217 The Oriole at the Rear 5yr

Translator: MangoCatEditor: DarkGem

Zhu Zan did not move, still holding his bow steadily while staring at the head soldier.
The guards were already injured and exhausted, but their faces were grave as they gripped their weapons.
Manager Gao was solemn, but infuriated.
"Old Lei, I believe," he said suddenly.
Lei Zhonglian ignored him and picked up his long spear.
His clothes were stained red with blood, both his opponents' and his own. His wooden expression belied his exhaustion.
And this time, he could only use one hand to wield his spear.
He could no longer feel his right hand.
He'd thought the first battle had been a rout. He did not expect that everything would have been just the beginning instead of the end.
However, he did not regret it. Even if he couldn't protect the young master of the Fang Family from injury, dying after fighting with all his might could be considered as fulfilling a mercenary's commitment.
Opposed to the frantic laughter of the soldiers, they were lined up together in silence and solemnity. They looked like the weak children being mocked by a group of urchins. It was a very sad sight.
The soldiers opposite finally stopped laughing, and with a wave from their leader, they freely e