The soldiers in front of him were his comrades!
They had made so many sacrifices in order to defend the country.
So, he… would not abandon his companions just to escape and survive alone!
Their only task was to kill as many people as they could!
Smack!
Feng Qing punched Nalan Zhangqian's chest with his fist. He balanced himself from falling after stumbling a few times.
He wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth and continued to rush forward…
Nalan Jing closed his eyes and could not bear to see what was going to happen. In the blink of an eye, he reached the enemy.
He lifted up the sword in his hand and slashed; someone fell in front of him.
"Father, you can rest assured that I will kill more enemies. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain."
***
The windblown dust rose from the yellow sand.
