"No surrender!"
However.
The blood-soaked Yu Wen, his voice hoarse with exertion, roared, "Don't worry about my life or death! You are not to surrender, you may retreat, retreat! They only have eight hundred men; you can escape back to the nearest tribe!"
If he dies, so be it!
How could he let twenty thousand men simply become slaves to the Sheng people!
As long as he, the Prime Minister, does not cooperate, eight hundred men cannot possibly make twenty thousand surrender!
Chen Sansi certainly understood this principle.
Back at Hulaoguan, three thousand had surrendered tens of thousands, all thanks to Fan Shuzhen's cooperation.
Unexpectedly, this Prime Minister still had some backbone.
