Xie Zhongxing led the senior officers of the headquarters through the portal to the frontline of the bunker, where, at this moment, millions of the empire's army had gathered, all who could still bear arms were waiting for the command of the Marshal of the Three Armies.
Standing atop the city tower, Xie Zhongxing's temples were streaked with gray, his heart had been exhaustively burdened by the survival of the empire during this period.
"I know you are frustrated," Xie Zhongxing surveyed the dense crowd below the city.
"I am frustrated as well," Xie Zhongxing continued, "which is why I've summoned you."
As he spoke, Xie Zhongxing turned around, facing the calm sea and continued, "This expedition, with no vanguard and no reinforcements, we are risking everything, we seek revenge!"
As his words fell, like a spark, they ignited the silent crowd below.
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
