Bujia's loud shout immediately scared the nearby Turkic soldiers, causing them to shove each other in a frantic scramble forward to escape. They were terrified that if they were too slow, they would be the next to fall to the ground.
Zhao Zun, while adjusting Ma Cheng's armor, was submerged in a deep abyss of pain and self-reproach, his cold face now etched with fatigue and sorrow.
However, when the familiar roar pierced the cacophony of the battlefield, like a beam of light illuminating his world, the distress and sadness on his face were instantly replaced by surprise and joy.
This roar was even more exaggerated than the sound of an ambulance but remarkably similar. Combined with the wounds caused by bullets on Alpi just now, his first reaction was that Han Lei had arrived.
He abruptly stood up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, looking expectantly towards the direction from which the "monster" emerged.
"It's the girl! She must be here!"
