Chapter Six: A Desperate Battle, The Brilliant General

“Brothers, if we don’t want to die, we have to fight with all we’ve got!”

The grassland warriors, still unsteady on their feet, were temporarily pushed back.

“Everyone, get ready. The enemy hasn’t retreated; they’ll likely launch another assault!” Chen An commanded sharply.

After speaking, Chen An sat down beside Wu Daizi.

The usually strong and sturdy Wu Daizi was now silent, curled up tightly.

Seeing Chen An approach, Wu Daizi hurriedly said, “Brother, I’m scared…”

Chen An, who had been about to scold him, found himself at a loss for words.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here. But remember, this is a battlefield. The enemy won’t spare you just because you’re scared.”

“But they’re so fierce!”

“It’s alright. The King of Hell preys on the weak and fears the strong. The more timid you are, the more he’ll come after you.”

“As long as you’re not afraid, those things will keep avoiding you!”

“Remember, if you want to survive, you have to stand up and fight, carve out your own path.”

“Brother! What if I can’t find my own path?”

“Then you follow me. Always, always follow me.”

As Chen An left, he didn’t notice Wu Daizi watching his retreating figure.

In those eyes, the earlier fear had vanished, replaced by a mixture of awe and admiration.

In that life-or-death moment, Chen An’s roar and his brave stance were etched like a brand on Wu Daizi’s heart.

This simple man, usually silent and hardworking, had already come to see Chen An as a master worthy of entrusting his life.

Before long, the sound of the grassland horn echoed again nearby.

“These people are really crazy. In past years, they’d just charge past the watchtower and be done with it. Why are they still hanging around today?” Wu Ergou muttered angrily.

Chen An lowered his head, silent, but from his clear eyes, one could guess his thoughts.

“Perhaps... they’re headed for Zishu Watch.”

A wave of unease stirred in Chen An’s heart. Facing a cavalry force of forty or fifty, their chances of survival were slim.

“Central Plains people, surrender, and you won’t be killed!” The leader of the grassland soldiers threatened in broken Mandarin.

Fear once again enveloped Zishu Watch.

Surrounded, Zishu Watch had no way out.

Under the bright stars and sparse moonlight, the crows wailed mournfully.

Zhang Xiaojing took advantage of this time to gather the bodies of their fallen comrades.

At Zishu Watch, the rule was to stand guard and return together.

Beneath the bloodstained reflections, the faces of Chen An and the others were heavy with sorrow.

Two incense sticks’ worth of time had passed, and the patience of the grassland warriors was nearly exhausted.

To them, Zishu Watch was already a prize within their grasp.

Most importantly, according to reliable intelligence, no reinforcements would come to aid Zishu Watch.

“The time is almost up!”

Chen An understood the principle well: strike once with full force; the second time is weaker; by the third, all is exhausted.

The grassland warriors would never launch a third assault.

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