165 He Is from White Jade City

Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking. The cold rain was pattering on his face. The coldness of the autumn rain spread to every inch of his body, as if it had penetrated his skin.

Nanjin City had been taken. The barbarian soldiers from Nanman intruded into the city. The general who was guarding Nanjin City tried to use his own body to stop them from entering. When several spears were pierced into his body, he knelt down on the ground, yet he did not let go of the sword in his hand.

It's as if even in his last dying moments, he would still grasp the sword tightly and try to kill those barbarians.

Sima Qingshan closed his fist.

Living in Nanjin City, he knew those barbarian soldiers very well. Nanjin City was constantly in war with them. There had been countless big or small battles.

However, it was never such a large-scale attack like what was happening this day.