Normally

The common people were so frightened by the sight of Murong Chui's personal wolf guards that they didn't know what to do.

But now, these people don't care anymore.

They were not afraid when they saw the wolf guards draw their swords; instead, they took two steps forward.

"If you have the guts, then kill us."

“If you really have the guts, go and fight those Russians. They beat your commander to a pulp, and you didn’t even dare to fart.”

"A bunch of cowards, only daring to swagger around at ordinary people, while others point guns at you. Yet you only dare to attack us."

Left with no other option, the wolf guards led Murong Chui and Murong Feng's warhorses at breakneck speed, heading straight for the Grand Marshal's mansion.

The people on the street watched Murong Chui and his companion flee in a sorry state, and they all gloated.

...

Murong Chui returned to his residence.

"From today onwards, keep the gates tightly shut. No one will be seen." As soon as Murong Chui finished speaking, he leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

The people in the Marshal's mansion rushed over quickly.

"General, are you alright?"

"General, wake up."

The crowd lifted Murong Chui up in their arms.

"General, you absolutely cannot be harmed at this time."

Murong Chui's face was deathly pale: "I'm fine. These Rakshasa people are going too far. We can't let our guard down against their wolfish ambitions."

Before he could finish speaking, the guy fainted.

The crowd shouted again.

Now, the people in the manor also have a lot of opinions about Murong Chui.

These people all knew that if it weren't for Murong Chui, their families wouldn't have died.