"If it weren't for the lord's order, you would all die here immediately!"
Seeing that Dian Wei's casual wave of his hand possessed such power, Zhao Dayou broke out in a cold sweat, wondering where such a fierce man had come from.
Those soldiers who refused to surrender Beichuan were all good-for-nothings; where did this man come from?
Could it be... someone from the Prince of Zhenbei's faction?
As soon as the idea popped into his head, Zhao Dayou immediately dismissed it.
He knew that Wang Meng and Zhao Yuan had a close relationship, and the information that Wang Meng got from Zhao Yuan could not possibly be false!
But suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"We haven't received any news from the people of Wolf Head Stronghold!"
It's been two days already. Logically speaking, whether or not the situation with the Prince of Zhenbei has been resolved, news should have already spread.
These past two days I've been indulging in pleasure in the village, and I haven't even thought to go and find out what's going on.
Suddenly, a terrible thought occurred to Zhao Dayou.
Could the people from Wolf Head Stronghold have already died in Stone Peak City?
Thinking of this, Zhao Dayou looked at the soldiers' armor again, and his eyes narrowed sharply.
The armor of these men is indeed different from that of the local soldiers of Beiliang! This is an army I have never seen before!
Zhao Dayou became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it.
Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the mountain stronghold.
The sound of horses' hooves filled his ears, like a death knell. Zhao Dayou was sweating profusely, for there was indeed a large force behind him.
A gust of autumn wind swept by, and Zhao Dayou saw the big man dismount, while the soldiers surrounding the mountain stronghold made way for him.
A troop of iron cavalry emerged from the crowd, with a large banner fluttering in the wind. Under the crimson sunset, the red banner resembled a ball of flame, bearing the character "Qin"!
On the lead warhorse sat a young man clad in armor, with eyes as cold as stars. He held a long halberd and had a stern expression.
The moment Zhao Dayou saw the flag, he understood.
This flag is none other than the Crimson Flame Army Flag, which fought in the north and south and became famous throughout the world!
"The...King of Zhenbei?" Zhao Dayou gasped and took a step back.
He was met with a cold shout.
"Dian Wei, heed my command! Break down the gates and annihilate the bandits!!!"
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