Atop Sishui Pass, Zhang Guifang gazed into the distance and saw the Dark Bird Shadow rising into the sky between the mountains and forests, locked in combat with the countless streaks of immortal light. His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"Grand Tutor..." he murmured, deeply worried about Wen Zhong's situation. Yet he also knew that his own responsibility was immense and that he absolutely could not open the pass to send reinforcements.
Moreover, when the Grand Tutor had come to their aid earlier, the troops inside the pass had gone out to fight. In their haste, many had yet to return inside.
The soldiers stationed at Sishui Pass were now considerably fewer than before.
With their defensive strength lacking, the danger had increased greatly.
Besides, quite a few Western Qi troops below were eyeing Sishui Pass like tigers stalking their prey.
Let alone rescuing Wen Zhong, Zhang Guifang was no longer certain that he could even hold Sishui Pass.
Just as Zhang Guifang was worrying incessantly, the Western Qi army beneath the pass launched another fierce assault.
With Wen Zhong's defeat and retreat, their own morale had plummeted, while Western Qi's morale had soared. Their offensive grew increasingly frenzied.
"General! The east gate is in urgent danger!" "The formation at the west gate has been damaged!" "General Mo Liqing has been wounded!"
Bad news arrived one after another. Zhang Guifang's expression turned grim, and he suddenly shouted, "Bring me my armor! I'm going to the walls myself!"
"General, you mustn't!" His deputy hurriedly tried to stop him. "You need to personally command the central army. Only then can the soldiers remain at ease..."
Zhang Guifang shoved him aside, his eyes filled with resolve. "The Grand Tutor is fighting a bloody battle. How could I sit