The Yang Soul Captain nearly spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard her furious shout.
He wanted to roar, I'm a soldier too! How could I possibly be willing to say something about fleeing without fighting?
But the situation had already become so obvious.
If they kept fighting, they would all perish here. As a subordinate, how could he not think of a way to get the Great General out of here?
How could she say that about him?
The Yang Soul Captain's anger was already surging to the heavens.
Yet he could not say a single word.
Just as he had thought.
He was a soldier too, so he naturally understood exactly what Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er's words meant.
Even an ordinary soldier would be despised by everyone if he became a deserter.
Let alone a Great General.
But the more clearly he understood this, the more anxious he became.
If anything happened to the Great General here because of him, he probably would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.
"Say no more. Neither I nor your Great General will flee at a time like this. Stop thinking about it."
Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er rebuked him again. "Instead of wasting time on that, you might as well recover more of your combat strength and strike when necessary."
"Yes."
The Yang Soul Captain was utterly miserable inside.
But he knew very well that Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er was right. No matter how unwilling he was, he had no way to show it.
Their conversation had not been quiet, and it carried far into the distance.
Hearing it, the Ghost Corpse King, who seemed to have Qin Shaofeng completely in his grasp, immediately sneered. "Kid, I never expected your people to be so