The sounds of the war drums brought Giorno and his people to the walls. Zhang Bao'er, Old Du, the prince, and I also followed behind him. Two square formations were marching forward in an orderly fashion, following the tanks at the front of the formations. Beside the imperial chariot stood a row of massive war drums. Tens of burly individuals were pounding upon the war drums, spreading the sounds far and wide.

"They obviously have long-range weapons. Why did the emperor choose to attack like we’re in a medieval battle?" asked Zhang Bao'er.

Giorno was too frightened by what he saw, so he did not even react to the question.

"Where are our tanks?" asked Giorno a few seconds later when he recovered from his shock.

"Right at the gate. Boss, do you think we should retreat into the college?" asked Aaron.

"No. Have the tanks and drones come out and meet them with full force while we retreat. Anyone capable of moving should carry our loot....