Zhao Hanzhang pulled out all the robust men that could be seen and arranged them properly. She glanced at a curtain being lowered and walked forward to pull down Jia Erlang who was hiding inside, "You go to the front."
Jia Erlang's face turned pale, "I'm not going. The number of people my family has sent out is no less than yours, so stop bluffing."
Zhao Hanzhang dragged him to the front, and Jia Erlang found himself unable to break free.
Zhao Hanzhang shoved him forward forcefully, casting the sword, which she treated like an accessory, onto him, "Stay in front of this carriage. Behind it are your mother and sister. If you don't guard it, I'll leave an opening here."
Jia Erlang: …
The young men considering slinking away to avoid responsibilities: …
Though indeed they were afraid of dying, behind them were their mothers, wives, daughters, or sisters.
