Although the soldiers outside could still resist a little, the 50,000 traitors with their limbs tied up and their weapons surrendered were fish on the chopping board. They could only wait to be slaughtered.
In the tent where the four people of the Meng family were imprisoned, Meng Shaoyuan's eyes lit up when he saw the two black-robed men suddenly barge in. He quickly asked, "Did General Yan ask you to save us?"
The shouts outside had long been heard. Although he found it strange that Yan Guangmao's men had arrived so quickly, joy had long overcome his rationality. He ordered, "Untie us quickly. I'll settle it in a while."
Before he could finish, he felt his throat tighten. He looked over and saw that the black-robed man had already appeared in front of him, one hand wrapped tightly around his neck.
Meng Shaoyuan's pupils constricted. "You…"
His heart turned cold. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a hand pierce through his heart.
