Xiang Yu held a telescope and looked into the distance.

The military camp was already engulfed in flames.

It was impossible to tell whether the sea of ​​fire was from the burning tents or the campfire.

Deafening gunfire and artillery fire could be heard everywhere.

The sounds of gunfire pierced the night sky, and Xiang Yu and his men heard them clearly.

Even from a distance on the hillside, they could feel the awe-inspiring power of millions of troops clashing against each other.

The entire ground was shaking.

"General, should we charge down and kill him too?" Long Qie rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

"There's no need. Everyone should conserve bullets, and artillerymen should conserve shells."

"Once our lord arrives, we'll replenish our supplies and then storm in to wipe them out."

"My lord's purpose in coming here is not merely to annihilate the armies of both countries; my lord's goal is to push the battle line to their capital."

Upon hearing this, Long Ju was overjoyed.

"I get excited just thinking about it."

"I never imagined that we could continue to expand our territory even in a foreign land."

"Let's drink, eat meat, and watch them fight right here!" Xiang Yu was overjoyed. He shouted to the cooks beside him, "Start a fire and cook! We're going to have a good, hearty meal!"

Several cooks ran over.

"General Xiang, should we go to the other side of the mountain to start a fire and cook? If we start a fire and cook here, it will be easy for the enemy to find us."

"At that time, the two countries' more than 2 million troops will definitely send people to attack us."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu chuckled and said, "They are too busy taking care of themselves to have the time or energy to deal with us."