"Three hundred, give or take!" Lin Xiaosu spat out five words.
Both Lin Xiaoyang and Li Zhiwei beside him were greatly alarmed.
Three hundred people!
This was an unprecedented scale!
Could the outpost hold against it?
The soldiers of Daxia, in terms of fighting spirit, were the strongest in the world, without a rival!
Because of Daxia's history of suffering, the forefathers of Daxia, who had laid down their lives, had forged a nation, infusing their descendants with a distinguished spirit and creating an invincible military soul.
However, in this world, nothing was absolute.
It was meaningless to talk about victory or defeat without considering numbers.
If those coming tonight truly numbered three hundred, then even if the dozen or so people at the outpost were to fight to the last drop of blood, they might not be able to hold them back.
Lin Xiaoyang let out a laugh: "Looks like it's going to be a tough fight! Sharpshooters!"
"Present!" two voices responded.
