"What should we do?" Zhao Zhonghai was completely panicked.
There were only six of them, but Wa State's division had more than three thousand people. Six against more than three thousand—was this a mythological tale? Not only was Zhao Zhonghai panicking, but the friends with him were too.
"Damn it, with so many people, how are we supposed to fight this?" Xiao Gao was dumbfounded.
The six immediately stopped and hid behind a tent, gasping for breath.
Zhao Zhonghai and the other four all turned to Lin Chuan. Squinting his eyes, Lin Chuan said, "We can only break through at the weakest point. Continue to break through to the west."
"But they have more than twenty people!" Xiao Gao said anxiously, "We don't have enough ammunition. Besides, there are hundreds of people chasing us from behind. If we don't break through quickly, I'm afraid we're going to be completely trapped."
"Then what?" Lin Chuan glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Hide here and let them capture us alive?"
