"Soldiers."
"I hope you will consider this carefully."
Gazing upon the many brothers before him, unwavering in their resolve, Zhao Feng could only let out a sigh.
Yet, when he raised his eyes for a look—
Upon every warrior's face was writ an expression of facing death without flinching.
In the end,
These determined gazes coalesced into a single voice: "We swear to follow the General unto death."
Seeing this,
A fleeting glimmer of astonishment crossed Zhao Feng's eyes as well.
This expedition to the Northern Frontier,
The degree of danger surpassed by several times even the peril they had faced in pursuing the foreign tribes.
Over ten thousand would go, and Zhao Feng himself could not be confident how many he would bring back alive.
After all, that land of the Northern Frontier was too unfamiliar—Zhao Feng knew not its circumstances within.
For Shenzhou,
The northern deserts are nigh impossible to subdue.
Too complex, too boundless.
Beholding this!
