Zhan Yuan looked at the familiar faces, some were young and tender, and some were weather-beaten. He felt sad in his heart, and then said loudly: "I know that everyone has been fighting hard for three months. We are already exhausted, and there is not much food and grass left. You may also have heard that the reinforcements from the imperial court have not arrived, and may even... Never come."
When the soldiers heard this, there was a trace of despair on their faces, and the discussion gradually started.
"Does the Emperor really not care about us?"
"Without reinforcements, how can we defeat Qianli's 200,000-strong army?"
"Are we all going to die here today?"
Zhan Yuan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, his voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Brothers, it is true that the reinforcements have not arrived yet, but this does not mean that we have to sit still and wait for death! The emperor's decision not to send reinforcements is his plan, but we are the soldiers of the Canglang Kingdom. We are protecting the homeland behind us and the people in the city, not for someone's imperial power!"
He looked around at everyone with a firm gaze: "I know that some of you have elderly parents at home, some have wives and children waiting to return home, and some may not have a family yet. But think about it, if we retreat today, the Qianli Kingdom's army will break through Yanmen Pass, burn, kill and loot. Your family and your home will be destroyed!"
"Rather than sit back and wait for death, it's better to fight to the death!"
Zhao Feng echoed loudly and raised the long knife in his hand.
"I, Zhao Feng, am willing to follow the Ninth Prince and fight to the death with the Qianli Kingdom army!"
"Follow the Ninth Prince! Fight to the death!" Lin Yue also raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Fight to the end! Fight to the end!"
