Under the setting sun, the sound of gunfire and explosions rumbled endlessly in Northen, and the color of blood almost dyed the ground.
Tyrus Wilson gazed into the distance and said in a cold voice, "How is the situation of the battle?"
"Mr. Wilson, the enemy has been defeated. A hundred thousand men have all been annihilated!"
A soldier dressed in a dark green military uniform reported solemnly. He looked at Tyrus' back, his eyes filled with awe.
To fight against a hundred thousand with two thousand and gain a complete victory, only this deity-like man could complete this kind of difficult task. The warlord of Northen, Tyrus!
"In addition, there are still eight thousand prisoners in this battle. How should we deal with them? Please instruct us!"
Tyrus narrowed his eyes slightly, and
