Little Yanzhi shot an arrow into the sky and watched helplessly as the raging wind swept it away, making it flutter like a feather until she no longer knew where it had landed.
"Is the Dragon King really going to stand by and watch us die?" Unable to find anyone to question, she finally turned her gaze to Hong Fu, treating her as Shangguan Ru's substitute.
"The commander will definitely come back." Hong Fu was utterly certain.
"Then she'd better hurry, or there'll only be corpses left to bury."
Hong Fu knitted her brows. Little Yanzhi sighed, not understanding why she was arguing with someone who looked like a servant. She stared at the dull-eyed Dudun, and once again, the thought of fleeing rose within her.
She had already made up her mind to die, but as the waiting dragged on, that resolve wavered back and forth.
"Silver Eagle, you can leave now." In Little Yanzhi's mind, the Old Khan King's guards would always be called "Silver Eagle."
Luoluo's right-wing army had already attacked. The battlefield lay right before them, with large numbers of enemy troops sweeping around from both sides. This was their final chance to escape.
Molin nodded, turned his horse, and said to Hong Fu, "Tell the Dragon King that I'm sorry. One day, I'll personally plead guilty to him."
Hong Fu was baffled. She was just about to ask what he meant when Molin had already spurred his horse away.
Dudun sat in front, utterly unresponsive like a baby. To him, everything was over. Even if he reached Tongtian Pass, the ten thousand cavalrymen he had left would not be enough to withstand an attack from Golden Peng Fortress.
Molin had ridden more than a dozen paces when Dudun suddenly came to himself and shouted in