"Drive!"
Chen Sansi rode Qian Xun straight ahead.
When he reached the middle of the common folk's column, he noticed something amiss up front.
The people seemed to have encountered a deluge or a ferocious beast; the originally orderly lines had scattered in disarray, nearly beyond control.
"What's wrong, the barbarians couldn't have circled to the front so quickly!"
Chen Sansi sped up and clearly saw several flags being held aloft, all belonging to the Great Sheng Dynasty, and upon the general's banner, the name of Youzhou General Jing Fuhu was clearly written.
"Where are you deserters coming from?!"
The young general who had previously whipped and killed several of the commoners came forth: "I see you're wearing armor befitting a general! Yunzhou is in urgent need, how can you desert!"
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Chen Sansi didn't even have the chance to speak.
"Not killing you deserters will fail to establish the might of the Sheng Army!"