Jingyu's broken arm, flowers bloom

Yan Ran laughed and bent over to take out the rag that was blocking Jing Yu's mouth. "If you don't want to die, get your father to surrender quickly, or you will suffer."
The father and son were more than ten meters apart, just looking at each other from afar with heart-wrenching looks in their eyes.
"Father, I, Jingyu, am also a man of honor. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of becoming a surrendered soldier!" Jingyu suddenly screamed miserably and was about to bite his tongue to...