Xia Hong looked at the two corpses, a slight trace of anger flashed across his face.
If it were a normal battle, even if Mo Yu and his partner joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for him. The problem was that these two were smart enough to hide among the garrison on the city wall, avoiding direct combat in the air with him.
In the span of those few dozen breaths, he had at least slain three to four hundred garrison soldiers before successfully killing the two.
The resistance of the Beishuo garrison made him appreciate it, yet also left him somewhat annoyed.
If both sides were equally matched, that would be one thing, but this is clearly a losing situation. Still, the Beishuo soldiers held firm for more than half an hour with sheer loyalty to Yang Zhun.
"Brothers, don't be afraid, the Lord won't abandon us. Keep stalling the Xia Dogs, until the Lord arrives, we'll win!"
