After saying that, the soldier looked at Liu Sanniang and met her calm eyes. For some reason, he felt guilty. He couldn't help but say, "Regardless of whether you're a real psychic or not, I hope you can be lucky enough to survive this war."
With that, the soldier turned around and left.
Someone caught up to him and stopped him. He asked angrily, "What's going on? I'm already so old that I can't even see properly. How can you let me be the vanguard? If I go, I'll die."
"That's right, that's right. Why should we go to the front line? It takes time for me to cast the spell. If I go to the front line, no one will protect me. How can I cast the spell?"
The soldier said coldly, "This is General's order. If anyone is dissatisfied, go to General and tell him."
No matter how dissatisfied these people were, the soldier was unmoved.
Many people had already started to walk towards Zhou Heng's tent.