He didn't know if his father had ascended to heaven yet. He had probably died only recently and was unlikely to have had the chance to bless him from up there. Still, he had run into that Yan Army detachment that had left the city.
Direct Thief! These Yan people only had about three or four hundred cavalry! But in this city, were there not at least a few thousand armed men?
A huge sense of absurdity overcame Sun Jianming's heart, and the frustration within him steadily intensified.
Out of the whole city, only his father, wielding the family heirloom double-headed spear, had charged the Yan people. If only... Sigh.
At this moment, a figure darted out.
"BUZZ!"
Sun Jianming pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.
The crossbow bolt shot out, but it just hit the door panel. It turned out that the leading Barbarian soldier had propped up a piece of a wall panel from the ground in front of him as a shield.
