Chapter 3 The Dawn of the Third Day
On the morning of the third day, in the fortress, all the principal generals of Huaxia gathered on the city wall facing the great marsh.
The Lizardmen army had arrived, the Lizardmen army that had rushed from the depths of the great marsh had arrived.
A mighty army of over a million elite Lizardmen stopped about five kilometers from the city wall.
This was because the area ahead was a minefield set up by Lin Zhan, a commander full of wicked schemes.
Five colossal monuments, built from the skulls of Lizardmen, stood in the middle of the minefield.
Nearly a thousand Lizardman warriors had charged into the minefield and were blown to smithereens, their shattered bodies scattered across the path of the advancing Lizardman army.
The Lizardman commander, Davis, advanced alone to the very front of his army, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he glared at the young master Lin, who was singing on the city wall.
That's right, young master Lin had somehow acquired a guitar with two strings missing and was strumming and singing.
“Do you know, do you know?
I've waited until the flowers withered.
Do you know, do you know?
I've waited until the flowers withered...”
“Good, good, Brother sings well, another one!”
Young Master Lin’s number one lackey, the young Taoist Zhang Haoming, applauded and shouted enthusiastically, perfectly setting the atmosphere for Young Master Lin’s solo concert.
Everyone except the young Taoist was covering their ears, saying with a look of utter despair:
“This little fatty is too good at flattering, he’s been at it for half an hour…”
Jiang Zheng nodded in response, “The Lizardmen in front are mostly old and weak. It seems they intend to use us to carry out a population culling.”