"Qin Feng! Take Agou away! The cellar!"
A thunderous roar came from the direction of the city gate.
The old corps commander Zhao Shitou was covered in blood, and the few remaining garrison soldiers gathered around him, using their flesh and blood to resist the influx of enemies.
His tiger eyes were blood red and he stared at Qin Feng. Seeing his hesitation, he became even more furious.
