Tang Xiaohu continued his sarcastic remarks.
"Yang Hao, weren't you about to advance to level three? It seems like that's still a long way off."
"Killing you is enough!" Yang Hao gritted his teeth.
"Oh my, I see you've brought all the women with you this time. Looks like you really don't have any hidden strength left."
"Brothers, remember this: when the fight breaks out, kill any men whose haircuts don't suit your taste, consider those who surrender, and capture all the women alive!" Tang Xiaohu shouted.
"A single word is too much when things don't go your way," Yang Hao seemed to have been provoked, and without thinking twice, he waved his hand wildly at his men.
"Charge!"
Although his men were extremely unwilling, once they arrived, they realized the vast disparity between the two sides.
Fortunately, with dozens of women filling in, the numbers at the bottom weren't too disparate, and they still seemed to have some fighting spirit.
An old Mohist, who had been silent all along, also growled in a low voice: "Kill!"
A great war is about to break out...
But the ordinary people at the very front, knowing they were just cannon fodder, were trembling. They could shout slogans, but when it came to actually charging forward, they instantly revealed their true colors.
Yang Hao was ruthless; he grabbed the strategist and saw him trembling all over, holding a large knife.
They pushed him straight to the front of the line.
Pfft~
A fish-killing knife pierced the heart of the strategist, and a stream of blood gushed out.
Everyone present felt the stimulation to their blood, their adrenaline surged, and their fear gradually faded away.
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