"..."
Said while ordering his men: "No travel expenses, I'm also broke, I only have tens of thousands of pounds of Blood Food left."
"But give each person two buns to gnaw on the road, it's spring plowing time, if they don't go back to plant, who do I collect taxes from in the fall?"
"..."
The crowd was bewildered, feeling this was absurd, but because the King of Mingzhou's scolding was so harsh, they actually felt a bit of trust.
Under the threat of bright blades, they finished the salty porridge in hand, and under the soldiers' cold faces and shouts, they trembled and left carrying the buns. After walking several miles without anyone chasing them, the crowd stopped, stunned.
Meanwhile, in the military tent, they were discussing how to break the city and prevent the Three-headed Jiao inside from using the people as meat shields. In the midst of their frustration, someone outside shouted about something to say.
