Seeing the two apprentices in front of him being carried back without even pulling off the crossbow arrows... the face of Mr. Guo was ashen.

Holding Huang Rong with one hand, Guo Jing took a deep breath and asked the maid beside him to send Huang Rong down.

"Guo Zhenshou, I'm really sorry this time."

Following the captain, there was also the prefect of Xiangyang, a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He is Guo Jing's superior...

"When we arrived, the two nephews who were guarding were killed. The Mongol crossbow arrows were really powerful, and I can still redeem me for help..."

"Mongol?"

Guo Jing looked at the inverted arrow exposed on Dawu's chest with red eyes: "Sir, do you tell me that this is a Mongolian arrow?"

"this...."

The prefect of Xiangyang frowned and then calmed down.

He patted Guo Jing's shoulder quite vigorously:
Chapter completed!