Shen Yangge's eyes stung a little too. He lowered his eyelids, then opened them again, his gaze regaining the calm composure the common people had come to know.
He knew he was their pillar of strength now. If he showed even the slightest panic or fear, they would lose before the battle even began and end up slaughtered by the rebels.
That was a scene no one wanted to see or experience.
Shen Yangge said, "If you want to see your loved ones again, fight with everything you have to stay alive!"
"I'll go onto the battlefield too. I'll kill the enemy too. You aren't fighting alone."
He raised the dagger in his hand again, fierce flames seeming to blaze in his eyes. At the sight, the people tightened their grips on their weapons.
More severely wounded soldiers were carried in from the outer defenses. Flames soared in the distance, and from the looks of things, the enemy would soon be upon them. No one dared waste any more time. Every second they delayed diminished their chances of victory.
But when they finished forming their own squads and headed off in different directions, they found weapons ready for them at every intersection. The people's eyes widened in disbelief.
The soldier guarding the weapons said spiritedly, "Another lord seized these weapons from the rebels. Pick something you can handle, and let's fight together!"
At that, no one said anything more. They took whichever weapons felt right from the pile and set off.
Shen Yangge wanted to slaughter the traitorous City Lord himself, but he had another target: Ruthis's head. So he headed for the coast.
He and Chu Xuanzhen had not separated. They fought side by side, all but carving a bloody path through the enemy. Shen Yangge's fighting skills were