"If you had come a moment ago, you might have been able to take a look at Lord Span for the last time."

"The rebels rushed to the city gate and finally got crazy. We fought hard for many days. The brothers really couldn't resist it. They were killed and scattered. Seeing that the city gate was about to be lost, Lord Span led a few officers and rushed up, blocking the gap to death."

"The adult's body has become weak these days. He was shot yesterday, but he only leaned on his shoulder and lost a lot of blood."

"At that moment, I could not stop them. The rebels were all selected by the elites of death. The adults led us to fight hard to stop them. In a melee, most of the people we came up died, but in the end they dared to go down. Only the enemy retreated, but I saw the adults sitting down by themselves and leaning against the wall and stamping them."

"The adults never want to show any fatigue in front of others. Even if they are seriously injured, they will straighten their backs in front of the soldiers and refuse to frown. At that moment, when I saw the adults suddenly sit down, I had a thought in my heart: Not good!"

"The adult was hit by the elite of the rebels with hammers on his chest. His armor was already broken and his body was weak, so he couldn't bear this attack. When we ran to him, the adult was still conscious, but his hands could no longer be lifted."

"The armor on his chest was broken, and a piece of his ribs was deeply concave. I'm afraid the ribs were broken and poked into his lungs. Why are we crying? His face was as normal as he was, but blood was pouring out of his mouth..."

As the officer spoke, he was already crying, clenched his fists and knelt in front of Span's body, his voice trembling. He was obviously a tough man, but he cried like a child.

Adrick's eyes were also red, but he just took a deep breath, and the tears did not flow out after all.

After a moment of silence, Adrick whispered: "Did he... have he left anything?"

"Talk..." The officer raised his head, looked at Adrick, and then whispered: "There is only one sentence. Before Lord Span died, he just looked at us and kept chanting one sentence."

"What?"

"… The Lord said: Blow the trumpet, let them hear our trumpet, let them know that we are still here and the imperial city is still here."

...

"...blow the trumpet...blow the trumpet..." Adrick looked dim and said the word gently. Finally, he could no longer bear it. Tears rolled down his face, and a trace of light appeared in his eyes!

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the tribes behind him, shouting loudly: "Come here! Send the order!"

"Yes, sir." Some subordinates immediately stepped forward.

"…sent orders…both trumpet!!both triumphal trumpet!”
Chapter completed!