"Say..."
A Lord Player beside him suddenly spoke up, a hint of confusion in his voice:
"Aren't you guys going to help Lord Tingfeng?"
"Oh, wait, no. According to you guys, shouldn't it be, 'Aren't you going to help His Majesty the Emperor?'"
Hearing this, a Divine Chosen Soldier gripped his long spear, his gaze fixed resolutely on the figure below the wall. His tone was firm:
"There's no need."
An old native veteran next to him stroked his beard and added:
"His Majesty, Lord Tingfeng, gave us clear orders before he left. We are to defend this wall to the death and not abandon our posts."
"This is our duty, and we must obey it strictly."
Another young Divine Chosen Soldier picked up the conversation, his eyes filled with absolute trust in Qin Feng:
