"Ah! Come out and take a look! Those monsters are gone."
In the city lord's palace, the soldiers ran out with great cheers. When they saw Mu Bai and the four disciples, they were all stunned.
At this time, Ziyan, Tianming and Shu came over slowly and saw the soldiers here. There was no change in the expressions on the faces of Ziyan and Tianming, but Baidi was surprised.
The officer said to Mu Bai: "My name is Joyson, and I am the commander of the Third Infantry Division of the Western Army."
Mubai nodded slightly and said, "Is the marshal still there?"
Joyson sighed: "Come with me." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the city lord's palace.
Mubai glanced at Tianming and others behind him, and immediately followed Joyson towards the mansion.
Entering the large courtyard, they saw thousands of ordinary civilians standing densely packed inside. When these civilians saw Joyson, they consciously made way for him. They were greatly frightened, and they all looked frightened.
He looked at Mu Bai who followed him in in horror.
Mubai ignored the gazes of the civilians and followed Joyson to the center of the courtyard. He saw a mighty middle-aged man wearing refined armor, lying there weakly at the moment. Beside him were two resolute soldiers holding torches.
, responsible for guarding there.
This middle-aged man is Cang Meng’s father, the Grand Marshal of Western Xinjiang, Cang Canghai.
"Teacher."
When the two soldiers saw Joyson, they immediately put their right fists on their chests and saluted him with a standard military salute.
"Is this the marshal?" Mubai looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground and asked with a heavy expression.
Joyson nodded and said: "Yes, the marshal refused to evacuate the city wall in the previous battle and was injured by a monster. I rescued him desperately."
Mubai nodded slightly, placed Cangmeng's body gently next to the middle-aged man, and began to carefully examine the middle-aged man's injuries.
The middle-aged man's aura was extremely weak, and there was a deep claw mark on his abdomen, which was simply bandaged with a bandage.
Joyson said: "Our magicians all died in the battle. If the marshal could have been treated in time, he would not be like now. Alas..."
Mu Bai checked for a while and said sadly: "He doesn't have much time."