The northern gates were not a battlefield. The personnel guarding the gates were the original guards. Song Qifeng asked, "Are you not checking for the orders on the flag?"
"General Song, you are the living orders. Why would I check for that thing?"
"Haha, thank you so much, Brother."
The last flicker of hope in Chu Qiao's heart extinguished. The warhorse galloped on in the cold weather. Chu Qiao felt cold on the inside. Without her, what would happen to Chidu City? Would the soldiers of the Southwest Emissary's Garrison feel that they had been abandoned again? As for the civilians who had trusted her so much… Where would they go?
