"No... Look at those defeated army flags. They're not Mongol surrenders; they were supposed to be coming to support Diaoyucheng." Wang Jian glanced at the banners held by the Song soldiers, a thoughtful look on his face. "Of course, the city gates won't be opened, but if I don't, watching these reinforcements die here will surely chill the hearts of many generals. Furthermore, if word gets out, support from the surrounding cities will likely be drastically reduced, which will be extremely detrimental to our defense."

"Yang Dayuan is absolutely certain I won't open the city gates. Does he want me to bear the blame?"

He looked at the general riding a warhorse far away outside the city. Although he could not see the other person's appearance due to the great distance, he could still feel that the other person must be sneering.

"Haha, how ridiculous! A traitorous general who collaborates with the enemy and sells out his country is worthy of forcing me to make a difficult choice!" Wang Jian suddenly laughed heartily. He waved his hand and ordered the archers around him to prepare. "The only one who knows me and judges me is the Spring and Autumn Annals!"

Diaoyu City in Hezhou is not like Wusheng County. Most of the elite Song soldiers in the state are concentrated here, defending the last hinterland in Bashu. If he gives this order, it will be like a volley of arrows.

No matter whether it is the pursuing Mongol army or the defeated Song soldiers, no one will be spared.

In such troubled times, someone has to die.

But I don’t know when it started, the dark clouds in the sky have slowly moved over, blocking out the sunlight completely.

The huge difference in vision caused Wang Jian's raised right hand to pause. He subconsciously raised his head, only to find that the sky...

It's dark.