"Victory and defeat are commonplace for warriors; let's go!"
Then the Zhen Country samurais looked at each other, shook their heads, and reached out to take the Green Phoenix Banner from his hands.
"No, Yingzhou is our home."
"Brother Huan, you are capable; you should leave."
"Save yourself to defeat the rebel army; we'll cover your retreat."
"You all, I will avenge you!"
Perhaps the first time choosing to flee makes it easier the second time.
After a moment of hesitation, Huan Tianyuan finally gritted his teeth, rode alone, and abandoned the city.
Riding alone, without looking back, he followed the blood-like rushing Ying River, leaving the battlefield.
Quickly, behind him, tens of thousands of troops formed into battle, blood flowing like a river, the brave warriors in iron armor storming the camps, breaking into the city one after another, crossing the battlements, and climbing over the city walls.
