"I'm fine."
Shen Yangge lied without missing a beat.
He was still a little weak, but that would not stop him from going to the city gates to see what was happening.
Su Shang found two horses and somehow procured a large black gauze hat along the way.
Shen Yangge took the hat and put it on without fuss. He knew that even if Chu Tianyin had no time to bother with him now, the moment he appeared, Chu Tianyin would certainly threaten him into doing something.
Then the common people would believe Chu Tianyin was the one fit to shoulder great responsibility.
The Western Regions troops and Great Chu's soldiers fought amid the chaos of war, with sand and stones flying everywhere.
The enemy's faces shone with the excitement of impending victory. By contrast, every soldier of Great Chu looked dispirited, utterly crushed.
Great Chu's soldiers were gradually driven back. Knowing they were certain to lose this battle, they suddenly felt there was no point in fighting on. Some threw down their weapons early and died beneath the enemy's blades.
Jia Zhengyuan was covered in blood, though it was impossible to tell whether it was his own or the enemy's. His eyes were red with bloodlust, and under the immense pressure, he roared, "Kill! Kill these bastards!"
"Defend our Great Chu! Defend the people of Great Chu!"
On the frontier, those words might have stirred many men's fighting spirit. But with the enemy already at their doorstep, how could Great Chu's soldiers still feel that surge of hot-blooded passion?
Jia Zhengyuan's face darkened. His eyes bloodshot, he shouted, "Pick up your weapons!"
"Great Chu must not fall!"
"Think of your families, your loved ones! If we lose this battle, the enemy will kill them all!"
Just then, a voice