"Old Xiong, hold on!"
Liu Jinkui firmly grasped his palm, "You damn bastard, you can't leave early!"
"Old Xiong!"
Xu Bin limped over, "I'll go get Your Majesty for you!"
"No need to…"
Xiong Qiuan shook his head, "Your Majesty has been in seclusion for days, definitely working on a solution. Let's not disturb him now."
The old generals of Po Yang slowly gathered, watching their brother, who had fought life-and-death battles with them for decades, reach the end of his lifespan, plunging them into a long silence.
"Brothers, hold on!"
Zhao Kang started distributing treasure medicine to everyone, his voice trembling, "We're all old, this might be the last time we follow His Majesty into battle.
"In this life, ever since we followed His Majesty, we haven't lost a battle. How can we die so meaninglessly in the end!
"No matter what, hold on until we return victorious!"
