But at this moment.
The surrendered soldiers had no courage to defy orders and could only obediently comply.
If they comply, there might be a chance to survive; if they don't, the result might be death.
Once all the surrendered soldiers had sat down.
Zhao Feng's figure slowly appeared on the Dianjiang Platform.
"I am General Zhao Feng."
"Perhaps many of you have heard my name."
Zhao Feng walked forward and shouted loudly.
Even without demonstrating his power, the strong aura he exuded was enough to instill fear.
"God of Slaughter Zhao Feng."
"It's actually him."
"We've ended up in the army of this God of Slaughter."
"When did he become the Shangjiangjun?"
"How old is he, anyway?"
"I remember him; I once served under General Lian Po. I personally saw General Lian Po killed by Zhao Feng. His methods are ruthless; at the slightest provocation, he slaughters. It's said he's already ordered the massacre of countless surrendered soldiers of ours."
"It's over."
