The army is marching, Peter Brown rides on his warhorse with eyes closed, regulating his breath. For him, the most urgent need now is the ferocious combat, only through this can he obtain the power of the rules and further break through the barrier below the navel to gain greater strength.
Suddenly, as they were marching, Peter Brown's gaze sharpened, and he said in a low voice to his thousand men: "Form up!"
They had been training all along, and as Peter's command was heard, those much stronger soldiers instantly contracted, forming array within array.
"Quickly report to the central army, we have encountered the enemy!"
Peter Brown was somewhat puzzled, how come the troops ahead haven't encountered any enemies, yet these enemy forces have obviously surrounded them.
Just as Peter sent out the messenger, he heard intense fighting sounds coming from the front, then increasingly louder sounds rushed over.
