Jiang Qu heard this familiar voice, his eyes widened in shock, followed by an indescribable fear.
He looked up to see a rain of arrows descending upon himself and the Wei Army, while from the snowy valleys on both sides, the ambushed Yan Army emerged like bamboo shoots after the rain!
Duoji stepped out from the hidden valley, his flaming red hair spreading out, dancing wildly in the wind and snow, unruly and arrogant.
Gu Chengzhao, dressed in white, squinted his eyes from afar, drew his bow, and shot an arrow, hitting the Wei Army commander's chest.
Duoji silently watched Jiang Qu struggle desperately amidst the arrow rain, his gaze calm and indifferent.
As if watching an ordinary enemy, as if watching a good show.
Duoji had imagined countless times about what it would be like when he saw Jiang Qu again.
