The two of them drew their swords and charged out.
At this moment.
A cacophony of battle cries filled the city, chaotic soldiers everywhere.
It was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Jiang Wei, clad in armor and wielding a long spear, led his personal guards towards the city gate.
He hoped to draw all the fire onto himself, giving Zhong Hui a chance to escape.
Because as long as Zhong Hui managed to escape and the plan continued, even if the Wei Kingdom survived, it would be heavily depleted.
But arrows rained down like a storm.
Soldiers fell one after another. Although Jiang Wei had reached the city gate, his personal guards had been almost completely wiped out.
Due to the hasty engagement, there was no time to gather his subordinates, and with so many chaotic soldiers, reaching the city gate had exhausted Jiang Wei's last bit of strength, now facing a mass of chaotic forces.
Jiang Wei tried to make a final stand, but suddenly, an arrow pierced through his chest.
