So will they die?
Die at the hands of their own people?
In the crowd, Ling Mingzhi recalled what Ke Gaojie said back then, looking at the people stubbornly holding out around him, wishing they'd hurry up and retreat.
But he didn't dare.
As someone from Overlord Village, in the Lord's territory, if he dared to shout it out, he'd have no place to stand in Overlord Village.
He could only hope that fewer people would die later.
As Ling Mingzhi was thinking, two teammates beside him had their shield durability exhausted and had to start blocking with their weapons.
"Try to dodge, don't just charge forward blindly," Ling Mingzhi whispered.
"But aren't we supposed to attack the city? If we waste time back here, isn't that worse?" someone said, confused.
The other person chimed in directly: "Are you stupid! If the city wall could be taken down by just us, the Lord would've had us attack head-on this morning."
"So why are we attacking now...?"
