General Liu Fuhai led over ten thousand troops as they charged out of Xingmen City.
They turned into a black, steely tide, swiftly heading towards the direction of over a hundred thousand refugees. As they galloped, Liu Fuhai commanded in a deep voice, "Brothers, once we reach those civilians, we shall bring them back to the city at full speed!"
"General, rest assured, we know what to do!"
"General, what if those refugees are indeed bait deliberately sent by the Sword Dynasty to lure us out of the city?"
Deputy General Ye Yu's face was etched with deep worry, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, vigilantly sweeping the surroundings, filled with caution and solemnity.
The Great Qian Dynasty and the Sword Dynasty were sworn enemies.
The two nations had battled more than just once or twice.
A grave look appeared on everyone's faces.
