Clang!
A beautiful Ru Kiln cup, depicting a clear sky after the rain, was shattered on the ground, its tea scent permeating widely.
Such a waste of the exquisite pre-Ming Dynasty Dragon Well tea.
Shen Wuxiang looked at Wang Bota standing before him with an extremely gloomy face.
Wang Bota received the military orders to lead reinforcements to Golden City. Just as he had assembled the troops and was ready to depart, Golden City had already surrendered.
Wasn't this surrendering speed a bit too fast?
Even the French before the Blue Star great catastrophe couldn't keep up.
Sun Shehu adjusted the glasses on his nose and asked, "Did the bandits not attack Golden City?"
"No." Wang Bota stood tall, his spine straight as a rod.
He knew the Military Minister was in a rage right now and did not want to be reprimanded for his military demeanor: "The bandits stopped fifty miles away from Golden City and didn't even cross the first line of defense."
