The defending general couldn't make heads or tails of it.
There was one thing he did know.
"Whether these people are here to die or for some other reason, we just have to drive them back." The defending general gripped his saber, killing intent flaring in his eyes as he said viciously, "Since they're so clueless, Chaoli Pass will be their burial ground!"
Wei Shou nodded in agreement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes."
Then he said with utmost sincerity, "The general is absolutely right."
The defending general looked at the foreign tribesman, whose eyes were practically brimming with flattery, and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. He'd been having people keep an eye on Wei Shou for some time. Aside from his somewhat overbearing attitude, Wei Shou hadn't done anything unusual, and even now, he showed no sign of rebellion. The general couldn't help muttering to himself: Was there really something wrong with this Wei Yuanyuan? Or had his blunt, uncouth nature offended someone?
But none of that was his concern.
Whether Wei Shou lived or died was entirely up to Zheng Qiao.
On the battlefield, Shen Tang charged toward Chaoli Pass at the head of the troops, riding her mule through a sky full of arrows. The Motorcycle lived up to its name, its speed so great that one twist of the throttle left the three armies far behind. To the onlookers, it was just a streak of white light with a tail, swift as wind, fast as lightning.
Wei Shou naturally didn't miss the sight.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
This—
The fierce warrior sent from heaven, riding wild through the battlefield below the city, was his future master—at least for a while. She dared charge up to the walls all alone. Wasn't she afraid of getting