"Bring the war drum!"
"I will personally beat the drum to rally the soldiers of the Northern Domain!"
On the walls of Beitian Pass, Qin Zhen seemed to come alive again. The dejection and regret that had clung to him were swept away, replaced by the grim resolve of one who had burned his bridges.
He let out a great shout with his hoarse voice, and immediately, several people scrambled to haul up a massive war drum.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
The deep, powerful drumbeats echoed across a battlefield shrouded in slaughter and despair, attempting to drive the chill from the soldiers' hearts.
However, on a battlefield already locked in a chaotic melee, it seemed... somewhat useless.
Meanwhile, Chu Sheng, who was not far away, found the noise incredibly annoying.
He glanced at the old man, who was red in the face and beating the drum with all his might.
'Is he crazy?'
he complained silently to himself.
