The battlefield had already descended into chaos. Everyone was fighting for their own lives, while some bandits were sneaking through the groups of the soldiers towards the carriage.
"Kill!" exclaimed Manager Gao, wildly swinging his knife.
Correct form and professionalism were not important right now. Just cutting people down was good.
The mountain bandit dodged, but when he turned around, he was slashed by the timely attack of a guard.
Manager Gao breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, a fierce attack came his way. From the corner of his eye, he saw a bandit with a sly grin and a scary knife.
At this rate, he couldn't dodge it, and the guard next to him was caught up in his own conflict and could not rescue him.
This was death.
Was he actually going to die like this?
It wasn't too bad.
Manager Gao only felt his minds go blank, but there was no fear.
Was this the feeling before death?
