That was not the body of a mere soldier, it was clearly the dying Jiang Wenyuan.
"You're not dead?"
Shan Bing quickly turned around, only to see Jiang Wenyuan on the ground, with a gaping wound in his shoulder. The blind man's iron hook had torn open Jiang Wenyuan's shoulder, leaving a huge wound from which blood was gushing out. Jiang's face was extremely pale, but the injury was clearly not as severe as the one on his leg. One look at that almost crushed calf, and it was likely that the leg bone had been shattered.
"No, I, this..."
Shan Bing broke out in a sweat. This situation was completely beyond his expectations.
Yet at this moment, with Shan Bing unable to explain, the soldiers at the city gate seized a fleeting opportunity to catch their breath.
Thus, the soldiers hurriedly scrambled to crawl their way into the city.
