"MadeiMadei, wait a moment, listen to me and finish what I'm saying."

The Japanese swordsman didn't have any anger at all. He smiled and grabbed a captured Daxia soldier from the hands of the Japanese soldiers beside him. Then he pointed at the Daxia soldier and said with a smile:

"We will give you Daxia one...an hour to think about it carefully.

However, every once in a while, I will kill one or two of you Daxia people.

You must think about it quickly, understand?"

The swordsman touched the head of the Daxia soldier, with a smile on his face, as if he was looking at a pig, and he said with a smile:

"Wait a moment and tell them to surrender and help. I won't kill you. Do you understand?"

He took off the blood-stained linen from the Daxia soldiers' mouths, held up the soldiers' heads, and gestured to help persuade them to surrender.

The prefect Chen Weimin and the soldiers beside him looked at the Daxia soldier. Their eyes flickered and they did not speak. Even if the soldier really wanted to say something to persuade him to surrender or not to die, they would understand...

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They saw the captured Daxia soldier who had not escaped from Dongji Island and grinned at them, showing his bloody white teeth and a simple smile, like a teenager.

Just like those carefree big kids in Dongsheng City.

Then, the big boy turned his head and used his body, which was weak after being tortured, to slam into the Japanese swordsman on the side, roaring out the most common dirty words in the market:

"I'm going to take care of your mother!"

"puff!"

A long slanted blade passed through the older child's throat, causing blood to splash everywhere. He fell to the ground, then a clog stepped on his head, and the long knife was pulled out from his throat, leaving a large amount of blood.

The Japanese swordsman sneered and cursed, mocking the stupidity of the Daxia people.

Chen Weimin staggered back on the tower, his old body filled with anger. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

It's a bit bitter and hard to describe.

"Damn it." The deputy general of the city guard beside him raised his spear and was about to step out of the tower and fly down to avenge the soldier who died just now.

"Seal the young second." Chen Weimin, the prefect, shouted loudly and stopped the deputy general:

"You are the guard of Dongsheng City. What do you want to do? Ah?"

Chen Weimin suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Defend Dongsheng City to the death!"

The deputy general named Feng Xiaoer's eyes were red and he said with a trembling voice:

"Master Prefect, I actually know as much as you do about Dongsheng City..."

Chen Weimin's old eyes glanced at the Japanese swordsman outside the city gate, and then at Dongji Island in the distance. He said slowly:

"Retreat, inform the remaining people and ask them to retreat to the rear."

Lieutenant General Feng Xiaoer couldn't believe it. This pedantic governor who cared about the people but was pedantic actually directly disobeyed the order of the governor of Changdong Prefecture and told them to retreat?

"The defenders cannot retreat," Chen Weimin said again.

Feng Xiaoer smiled bitterly, not surprised, and at the same time, he didn't even think about retreating.

No matter how long this city can be defended, he will not retreat, because many of his former brothers died on the island to the east.

He must take revenge.

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One person and one horse arrived at Dongsheng City.

Since entering Changdongzhou, the closer we get to the border city, the more we can see people fleeing and taking refuge in the northwest directions.

Zhao Wujiang led the horse and crossed the west city gate. The city was empty. There were very few people seen. Even if there were, most of them were old and infirm.

There are only two guards at the west city gate, and the rest are missing.

After galloping all the way, the horse Xiaohong was a little overwhelmed, so Zhao Wujiang could only hold it.

Zhao Wujiang was walking on the streets and alleys. This prosperous city in eastern Daxia recorded in books seemed less prosperous at this time, and more cold and messy.

He stopped in front of an old man who was sitting in front of the mansion and smoking a long cigarette. He wanted to ask about the current situation in the city and the situation on Dongji Island to the east. Before he could speak, the old man stared at him with charity and hope:
Chapter completed!