A call to clansmen made Shi Hao's heart tremble!
The old man, with white hair and beard, his body was small and dry, with only one arm, his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, his face full of wrinkles, his eyes muddy, his body extremely decayed.
That call to clansmen, made Shi Hao feel a bitter sensation, his mind could not be at peace immediately, is this truly a clansman, always fighting at the forefront!
How much grief have they suffered, how many trials have they endured? Even children and weak old men have climbed onto the walls, are there no young men left, have they all died in battle!?
"Elder!" Shi Hao spoke, looking up at the old, weak, sick, and disabled atop the city wall, feeling a sense of reverence and a surge of emotion, he very much wanted to change all of this.
On the city wall, dirty-faced children, as young as eight or nine, as old as fifteen or sixteen, with tangled hair and dirty faces, all stood guard, watching from below.
