When he came back to his senses, Xiao Shao looked at his younger brother who had red eyes and a sad expression for a while, and then looked at other people who had the same expression as Xiao Han. Seeing them weeping and mourning for Xu Xiang, he became angry for no reason.
He frowned, feeling something pressing against his chest making it difficult for him to breathe. The uncomfortable feeling made his already cold face even colder. He didn't understand his own bad mood and feelings, so he just nodded at Xiao Han, then walked to the mule cart.
As a former supreme general who went to the battlefield at the age of ten, he has lost countless companions and subordinates over the years. But he never had this suffocating feeling when he saw them die in front of him. Sitting in the mule cart driver's seat, he looked at his empty left side for a long time.
