The fog is so thick that you can't see your fingers in front of you, making it difficult to discern the faces of fellow soldiers nearby.
In the fog, noise abounds; nearby, there are heavy breaths, suppressed coughs, and the dull clattering of weapons and armor in motion. In the distance, there are sounds of commands, screams, strange howling, and the roar of firearms.
Even well-trained soldiers find themselves terrified in such a situation.
Although the Great Xuan Army is large in number, at this moment, it seems to be thrown into a giant grinding plate.
The massive formation is sliced by the fog, crushed, and transformed into countless isolated, defenseless small groups.
Instinctively, the soldiers form tight circles back-to-back, spears pointing outward, firearms loaded, ready to face enemies that might pounce from the fog at any moment.
