The sky was a dark mass.
Looking up at the firmament, it was the Titan Elves fleet, like a mass of dark clouds, blotting out the sun...
They were very aware that this fleet had lost any power to resist, had not launched a full-scale attack, but instead dispatched a few warships attempting to enslave humanity.
Yet none of the soldiers of Saudi retreated. Kexiao didn't perform any unnecessary ideological indoctrination, just delivered a short broadcast, stating a fact to everyone.
After the initial surprise, the officers and soldiers instead calmed down. They were not afraid of death, not afraid of sacrifice, what they feared was a cowardly death. It turned out the general had always been leading the war, and following such an outstanding leader, isn't it a great honor?
None of the Saudi soldiers feared death; their death was not shameful—light as a feather, or weighty as Mount Tai.
