All morning, some people fled with their families, while many more chose to stay and wait to see what happened.
Hedong City was in complete chaos.
Though the city had fallen, the fighting had not let up at all.
Gunfire and artillery rumbled everywhere, sometimes in dense volleys, sometimes in scattered bursts. Resistance was still springing up across the city.
Chen Shouyi stayed inside.
His family had drained the fire from his blood, leaving him timid and hesitant, unwilling to take risks lightly.
By dusk, barbarians appeared on the outskirts of the safe zone. The troops guarding the villa district finally decided to fight back. When they found Chen Shouyi and asked for his help, he finally agreed.
As one of Great Xia Nation's top experts, he couldn't stomach letting ordinary soldiers charge into battle and die while he cowered in an air-raid shelter.
When he stepped out of the shelter, Chen Shouyi glanced up at the sky.
The sky was gloomy, its leaden clouds hanging low overhead.
I hope I'm not unlucky enough to be spotted by the God of Hunting. They say virgins always have good luck, Chen Shouyi thought.
He had to admit, he was nervous!
The pressure of facing a true god wasn't something a person could simply overcome. The feeling was thrilling and terrifying, as if the Grim Reaper were shadowing him at every step.
Then he stopped thinking about it. There was no point dwelling on it!
He drew a deep breath.
Damn it. Bring it on!
If I die, so be it. If I don't, I'll live forever.
Chen Shouyi glanced back at the two or three hundred soldiers behind him, their faces resolute and unflinching. They were the troops guarding the villa district, the very best of the best. Almost all had