In a head-on battle, with swords and spears piercing flesh, only real blood and flesh can repay the enormous losses suffered down the mountain!
"kill!!!"
With a loud shout, the shield-bearers at the front rushed out of the mountain path and successfully reached the flat ground in the mountains.
But soon, everyone seemed to freeze in place.
They stopped in their tracks simultaneously, still holding their shields, but their previously impassioned expressions had changed.
Sweat dripped from his brow, sliding down his pale face, and what his rapidly following pupils saw...
It was those ballistae, set up on the earthen platforms.
The earthen platform was very high, built around the end of the mountain path, like a grandstand, or more accurately, like a grandstand in a gladiatorial arena, crowded with bustling spectators.
No, not spectators, but rows of ballistae and a huge horde of soldiers.
They were like a pack of wild beasts who had finally found an exit after overcoming countless hardships. They rushed in, only to discover that the exit was the entrance to the Colosseum.
At this moment, they had arrived at the Colosseum.
"Quick! Charge forward!!!"
Peng Yue's roar from behind continued. He had not yet reached the finish line, and seeing the soldiers in front of him stop in their tracks, he felt extremely anxious.
"Charge! Go all out! Take this place! This is our chance to turn the tide!" Jin Mang's voice followed closely behind.
The sound came, but only despair remained on the pale faces of the shield bearers at the forefront.
That indomitable spirit, that determination to fight to the death.
Under the cold arrows, and before the immeasurable army ahead, they were like pigs entering a slaughterhouse, left only with their mournful cries before being slaughtered.
There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.
The only way to survive is to charge forward, take up shields, and fight with our own bodies.
They chose to move forward despite their despair.
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