Yang Fei and the others hid in the jungle, watching everything unfold, their brows furrowed.
"Instructor, what do we do?"
Mad Blade gritted his teeth, like a hungry wolf in the jungle.
Long Xia, Fan Yi, Ghost Wolf, and the others all looked at Yang Fei.
After countless bloody battles, everyone was used to listening to Yang Fei's orders; he was always reliable.
Yang Fei's eyes were fixed on the soldiers checking the passing commoners, his brow furrowed.
For the Evil Dragon Soldier King, breaking through this sentry station wasn't difficult; even killing all 50 soldiers would be entirely possible.
But how to avoid hurting the innocent? That was a headache-inducing problem.
Commoners in a war are always the most innocent casualties; no one cares about their lives.
But Yang Fei knew that everyone had the right to live in this world.
Regardless of who it is, under whatever name, no one can deprive others of their lives.
