Su Wen slowly raised his head, with a bright smile on his lips: "I asked Mr. Qiu Yi to make the fastest sword and put it at the city gate. To kill the enemy, you must use the best weapon."
Everyone's eyes lit up: "You know what I mean!"
"Master Song." Zhong Si looked at Song Hao: "We are going to support Mr. Lin. No matter whether we succeed or fail, you must not go out to fight again. Reserve your strength and fight to the death to protect the city."
"Yes!" Song Hao lowered his head, his voice as loud as thunder, soaring into the sky.
He is the deputy governor of Kuizhou Prefecture. Zhong Si's identity is now just a servant Baiding.
He gladly accepted her order because this group of people made him in awe.
In today's official world, there are many people who are fighting for fame and fortune, but these people are willing to risk their lives for irrelevant people.
He... admires them, he... can't do it!
Zhong Si nodded: "Farewell."
This sound is a farewell, and this look is a determination. It is clear that I am going to die, but my momentum is high.
Everyone was about to rush down the city wall with great momentum, but suddenly they heard Song Hao shout: "Everyone, wait a minute!"
The swarthy man leaned almost half of his body against the city wall, pointing to a certain place between heaven and earth with trembling fingers.
Everyone glanced at him and saw that the man's face suddenly turned white, and then turned red again. Even his lips seemed to be trembling, and he was holding himself back with excitement.
"Come and see, what is that?" he said.
Between the sky and the earth, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky is filled with smoke and dust. A group of people and horses are like shooting stars chasing the moon, coming in a huge stream.
On the first big flag, the bright red word "Peng" like fire made people's eyes red.
"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements!" Song Hao was all excited: "The Tianshu Army has arrived, Peng Shuai has sent people to rescue us!"
"Why are you excited?" Shi Feifei glanced at him sideways, her charming eyes as dark as the dark night: "I don't see many people here. There are only a few thousand people who can't even compare to a toe of the ghost guard."
"Yeah." Xiao Yinqiu nodded: "Old man Peng, you are quite stingy."
It was the first time that Song Hao heard someone calling Peng Cheng as Old Man Peng, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. His expression was much more energetic than before.
"You don't know how powerful the Tianshu Army is. Even a few thousand people are enough to scare the mob in the Qingyang Military Region."
"Really?" Zhong Si frowned slightly, with a scarlet light in his eyes: "Is this what you call tough?"
Tianshu's army is approaching menacingly, with raised eyebrows and sharp eyes, swords and spears bright.
The brave self... passed through the melee crowd.
"The Tianshu army took advantage of the passage, Qiu did not commit any crime, and the two did not help each other!" Loud shouts echoed over the battlefield.
Song Hao took a deep breath and closed his eyes hard.
He seemed to see that the Tianshu Army did not go to support the Ghost Guards at all, but... moved away from the battlefield as quickly as possible?!
There must be something wrong with the way he opened his eyes.
"Liangjiang First Army, that's it?"
"Yeah." Su Wen nodded: "You are very strong in escaping."
The ridicule from the National Protector Army was like a sharp dagger, twisting Song Hao's heart.
He knew that he was right. The Tianshu Army really... gave up the battle and completely ignored the tragedy outside the south gate.
Is this... still a god-like existence in his mind?
"Do you think this Tianshu Army is fake?" Shi Feifei rubbed her chin in thought.
"People above, listen, Peng Shuai ordered us to open the city gate quickly!"
A sharp shout from the city gate made Song Hao wake up completely: "This is Guanda, the left commander of the Tianshu Army. They... are not fake."
Song Hao took a deep breath. The disillusionment of his dreams and the cruelty of war made him wake up instantly.
Compared to these people…
He slowly raised his eyes. Those crumbling bodies on the battlefield were the heroes he should truly admire.
"Open the door!" Guanda frowned slightly: "Are you deaf, or do you want to rebel?"