Bai Shi flew into a rage. Aside from Lu Yang, no one was qualified to say that to him. He roared, "Prepare to counterattack."
Xu Cailiang hurriedly grabbed Bai Shi and said, "Absolutely not. Trust me, I have a way to hold the enemy back."
"What way? Tell me, now!" Bai Shi roared.
Xu Cailiang said, "The enemy has taken the ninth wall, but their catapults can't get through. We won't fight them. We'll wait for them to tear down the wall, and that will take a long time."
Bai Shi said agitatedly, "So we're just going to watch them tear down our walls and the ten thousand catapults beneath them?"
Xu Cailiang clenched his teeth and nodded. "That's right. Otherwise, if both sides attack at once, the walls will fall even faster. And without the protection of the walls, the catapults will become enemy targets. We don't have enough people to charge out and fight them to the death."
Bai Shi was persuaded. He called out, "Hear my command! Everyone, fall back to the eighth wall and defend with everything you have."
Radvijev burst into laughter and pointed at Bai Shi. "You really are a turtle hiding in its shell. You're this."
He held up his pinky finger. Bai Shi was furious, but he merely stared at Radvijev with icy eyes, his expression cold as frost.
Radvijev acted as though he had not seen it and continued mocking him wildly. Their boss had been humiliated—how could the brothers tolerate it? Countless Iron Blood Brotherhood players asked for permission to kill Radvijev, but Bai Shi did not say a word.
"Tear it down! Tear it all down! Let's dismantle the Iron Blood Brotherhood!" Radvijev laughed loudly, but beneath his smile was deep helplessness. He was already in his thirties, yet