Mi Heng saw the enemy army charging forward.
He quickly ran toward the city wall.
At that moment, someone shouted, "Run! Run!"
Everyone looked at the warrior who had spoken up for them.
Their faces were filled with anxiety.
Fortunately, Mi Heng was fast, and he soon left the soldiers of the great city-state behind.
He
"Open the gate! Let the warrior in!" someone shouted.
"No! If we open the city gate, they'll rush in!"
"We can't open the gate!" the small city's Garrison Commander shook his head.
Mi Heng was not disappointed when he heard this.
Because he knew it was only reasonable.
He ran straight toward a damaged section of the wall, pressed a hand against it, and sprang upward.
The others quickly pulled him up.
"Thank you, brother!" the crowd said as they gathered around him.
"You're a warrior. No one has ever dared to speak up for us people of the small city," someone said gratefully.
"It's nothing. They're bullying people too much!" Mi Heng looked down at those below.
The Garrison Commander walked over and clasped his hands toward Mi Heng. "Yes, they've always bullied people like this."
"Whenever the great city-states go to war, the ones who suffer the most casualties are us citizens of the small states, who keep out of worldly conflicts and struggle just to survive."
He had taken a liking to Mi Heng's bravery. With this warrior here, perhaps they could withstand this crisis.
"I'll help you defend the city," Mi Heng said confidently.
"Good! Move all the stones over here!" The Garrison Commander was delighted and shouted at the soldiers defending the city.
For a time, the morale of everyone defending the small city-state soared.
Seeing this, the commander of the great city-state's force sneered.
He leaned over and