Tong Yan suddenly stood up in the adjacent room, "I think I heard Yimo's voice."
Bo Qingzhi poured her a cup of tea, sat down on the sofa beside her, "Sister-in-law, how is that possible? How could Little Mo show up here."
Tong Yan thought about it too. After all, who would come to the military district for no reason? She stood up, walked to the window, and watched the soldiers coming and going below, dressed in olive-green uniforms, their upright gait was truly a sight to behold.
Bo Yimo shouted once, no one came, but it did scare a few soldiers nearby, making them a bit hesitant, unsure whether to step forward. Before he retired, his rank was higher than theirs, and he was quite familiar with the soldiers' martial moves.
Young Marshal, you said to take out our best skills and fight to the death, but we really don't dare!
No, it's not that we don't dare, even if we did fight to the death, we wouldn't win!
