Mob Slap – First Form (2)

At the forefront of the Fire Country's army, Jun Wu Xie drove her horse fast as the wind, the Prosper Country's Chief Commander's pleas for peace ringing in her ears incessantly. But there wasn't the tiniest bit of warmth on her face as the broken name tag of a Rui Lin Army soldier struck against her chest continuously in tandem with the speedy charge of the warhorse. The name tag imbued with the spirit of the Rui Lin Army was giving her a clear account of how horrifying this war campaign the enemy waged really was!

"Your Majesty!" Following right behind Jun Xie, Lei Chen could not hold himself back from calling out as he heard the incessant and desperate pleas from the Prosper Country's Chief Commander.

A small country like the Prosper Country was nothing in the eyes of the Fire Country, but the Prosper Country had always deferred to them and they had never once missed offering up their yearly tribute.