Chương 419: Forming an Army Spirit

_Anyang City, City West Gate._

As they headed deeper into autumn, the wild grass grew a withered yellow, and the freezing autumn breeze blew.

Ouyang Shuo stood on the top of the city wall, scrutinizing the enemy troops from afar. His red cape rustled, as a gust of great wind blew it around. Qing'er had personally tailored this cape for him, not only was it waterproof, but it could also act as a mattress.

As he raised his head, he saw a massive flag that danced in the wind. The word ‘Lian’ was written on the flag in a large font, looking really eye-catching.

Lianpo?

Ouyang Shuo grew solemn; he did not expect to actually meet an old friend. He and the Yanhuang Alliance were really enemies to the core. They could meet everywhere.

This time, he had no way out.

"Lord!"

Wang Feng walked over and bowed.

Ouyang Shuo nodded, but he did not turn his head, “Tell the boys that we have to defend for a day. Tomorrow afternoon at the latest, our reinforcements will arrive."