Muer Han dared not meet Leader Xian's furious face directly; he really wanted to shout that he was being held hostage by Zhan Lan.
But when he saw that Zhan Lan's men shot their arrows with unerring accuracy and that Leader Xian's men were down to just a few dozen, he felt this was not the best time to seek help.
Zhan Lan watched expressionlessly as one Western Rong cavalryman after another fell, feeling only satisfaction in her heart!
The tens of thousands of Shili City's residents were slaughtered by Western Rong's cavalry, none survived.
The dead infants never had a chance to see the gentle sun more than a few times.
The elderly never got to fully enjoy the warmth of the sunset.
Those citizens yearning for a better life, lively lives fell just like that.
In their dying moments, seeing their loved ones being slaughtered, their desperation was impossible to imagine.
They could no longer experience the beauty of the world, perhaps dying with regrets.