My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Qin Longyun and Tan Zhenghong only brought over thirty people on this trip, and they had just split off a few, definitely short on manpower. If they were to launch a strong attack, their chances of victory would be much greater.

The sleeve arrows killed part of the enemy, but their numbers were large, and there were still some who slipped through the net and broke into the yard.

"Charge in!" the leader made a hand signal.

Seeing that they were about to reach the Main Room’s door, Tan Zhenghong immediately drew his sword and charged into the crowd of men in black to fight.

This was the most critical two hours. If there was any slip-up, all their efforts would be in vain.

So even if it cost him his life, he had to hold his ground.

"You all go and help," Qin Longyun ordered.

"But..."