Personally Fighting
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
He was isolated and without support!
Could today be the day of Crimson Flame City's downfall?
"Lord, we can't hold on any longer. Please leave first! We'll hold them back!" the man advised.
Qiu Moyuan drew his sword from his waist. As the overall commander, he had not been on the battlefield before, but now there was almost no one left for him to command.
Escape?
Hmph!
As the city lord, he should share the fate of Crimson Flame City, whether it thrived or perished.
With no one to command, he would take the battlefield himself!
Even if he died, he would do so with a clear conscience!
"Lord, you can't! Your son was just born. What if something happens to you? What about the young master?"
The defender held him tightly.
"Lin Hao, let go of me!"
"Lord, if you go now, it's only a death sentence! Think about your wife and the young master!"