Xu Ding said, "We are incompetent, but how innocent are the people of Qi Country. Behind you, this Qingzhou City houses tens of thousands of families, yet none have fled. They still believe they can survive. I only ask that the two of you cease the war, and do not let Qingzhou City become a wasteland of suffering souls."
Wei Junzhuo's eyes deepened as he looked at the father and son before him, suddenly recalling his younger self.
Rong Heng's voice was clear and indifferent as he retorted, "Wei Junzhuo, do you truly believe that Wei Country's advantage in numbers means a greater chance of victory over Yan Country?"
"Prince, the Pingnan Army is still here!"
Su Yi arrived just after bandaging his shoulder wound, catching Rong Heng's words, and shouted loudly.
Wei Junzhuo looked at these Yan people around him, their eyes devoid of fear, while in the night, the citizens of Qingzhou City knelt, begging for mercy alongside Xu Shu.
