"Soldiers."
"I hope you consider carefully."
Looking at the numerous unwavering brothers in front of him, Zhao Feng sighed.
But as he raised his eyes.
Every soldier's face carried a sense of facing death with resolve.
Eventually.
These resolute gazes converged into one voice: "Swear to follow the General to death."
Seeing this.
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with surprise.
This time, the expedition to the Northern Frontier.
The level of danger is several times greater than the risks of pursuing the Foreign Tribes.
With over ten thousand men going, Zhao Feng was not confident in how many he could bring back.
After all, the land of the Northern Frontier is too unfamiliar, Zhao Feng did not know the situation there.
To Shenzhou.
The Great Desert of the Northern Frontier is difficult to conquer.
It is too complicated, too vast.
Seeing this!
Zhao Feng spoke no more.
Then he raised the Tyrant Spear in his hand, shouting with authority: "Qin Sharp Soldiers, set out!"
