When they finally arrived in front of the carriage, Zhang Daming happened to see Qi Mojing holding a spear against the Qiang Rong man's scimitar that was stabbing at Yan Yong.
With a clang sound, Qi Mojing reached out and pulled Yan Yong, who was lying on the ground, up.
Looking at Yan Yong again, he was holding Qi Mojing's arm tightly, crying with snot and tears, it was really unbearable to watch.
Zhang Dameng couldn't help but glared at Yan Yong fiercely, and then said to Qi Mojing, "Withdraw!"
"Yes." Qi Mojing had no intention of fighting and laid Yan Yong across his horse. At a whistle, the soldiers under his command turned around and ran.
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