From beginning to end, the battle was nothing more than a lopsided massacre. It began with the initial assault, transitioned into a retreat, devolved into a desperate flight, and ended in a total nervous collapse. To the enemy, we were no longer men; we were monsters. Our God-Slaying Weapons could easily take them down from hundreds of meters away. Their army of millions had no ability to resist whatsoever.
After the commander retreated thirty miles, he found five thousand men waiting for him in the rear, and his heart sank to rock bottom. He knew the situation was beyond saving, yet he remained stubborn, personally leading a charge. The outcome, however, was already sealed—how could cold steel possibly contend with modern firearms? Following the commander’s death, his remaining soldiers scattered in flight.
What followed was a hunt—a game of pursuit that lasted for three days. Not a single soldier of the Feng Imperial Dynasty managed to escape the battlefield.
Chapter 303