"Whoosh—"
On the battlefield, this arrow flew silently, yet carried a deadly momentum.
Lu Jian slightly opened his eyes, raised his heavy halberd to block a slash from a Yan Country soldier, turned his body with all his strength, and the arrow feathers grazed his abdomen, drawing a stream of blood.
Lu Jian fell to the ground, struggling to stand up, but heard Gu Lan's clear and bright voice echoing across the chaotic battlefield:
"Lu Jian is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"
"General, General... hurry, you must escape, I will cover the retreat!" The lieutenant somehow made his way to his side, helping him up, and shouted loudly.
Lu Jian looked at him, dumbfounded, and asked, "Don't you hate me?"
It was he who led them into a battle destined to be lost.
The lieutenant replied, "I do."
"Then why?" Lu Jian murmured complexly.
The lieutenant's pale lips curved up slightly, looking at the distant Mystic Armor General, he said:
