Having made his decision, Yuan Hao did not pause for even a moment, immediately turning to the newly appointed deputy by Li Qingyan's side, a middle-aged strong man with a beard, also the Commander of the thirty thousand Border Army from the Sects, and spoke sternly:
"Deputy Commander Qing, I don't care what means you use, but you must hold the city walls with your soldiers."
Upon hearing this, Deputy Commander Qing slightly furrowed his brow.
He could see the big picture, so he was doing his best to control the Military Formation Technique to maintain the defense of the city walls.
But understanding the larger situation did not change his disdain for this Commander Yuan.
As the linchpin maintaining the Border Army Formation, Qing Genglan could vividly sense that at every moment, countless brethren under his command were losing their breath forever.
Why?
Why were Yuan Hao's Black Scale Army supervising from the rear while his men were fighting desperately on the front lines?
