Watching Du Tian leaving with his people, Xia Luo finally exhaled the breath that had been caught in his throat. He was truly worried that Du Tian might have fought to the death just now. Although he could have defeated the opponent, it would have surely resulted in some casualties.
But before he could catch his breath, an even greater crisis had already cast a shadow over his heart.
Although Du Tian had left, he would undoubtedly return with reinforcements soon, and it wouldn't just be a hundred men next time, but very likely hundreds, or even thousands.
"What should we do, Xia Luo?"
Zhou Qiang looked at Xia Luo.
Xia Luo sighed and said:
"I have no other plan; we'll just have to resist as best we can. If all else fails, I will exchange my life for yours. The people from the city area want to conquer us for your manpower; they won't kill all of you."
