Although the main gate was tightly shut, the howling wind kept battering it, producing a heavy rumbling sound; and the soldiers standing on the city walls on tiptoe could only see the dust stirred up in the distance, seemingly endless, as if there were people brandishing swords and fighting desperately. Even though they were so far away that they couldn't hear the sounds from there, it seemed that the cries and roars echoed in everyone's ears.
And those cries and roars indeed resounded throughout the entire Little Forest River.
At this moment, Song Yu was lying on the horse's back, desperately whipping his horse. His back armor had just been split open by a slash from Xue Xian, and his shoulder was ripped open, blood streaming down, staining almost half of his body.
At this moment, he shouted hoarsely, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
However, even though those around him had heard his order, they were already too entrenched to retreat.
