Fang Zhen, Alchemy Ointment in hand, watched as the soldiers staggered and fell one after another, dropping their weapons as if they had truly been poisoned.
The occasional slow-witted soldier who didn't know what was happening was pulled down by his comrades.
In the blink of an eye, all seventy or eighty soldiers surrounding Fang Zhen's group were lying on the ground, pretending to be poisoned and refusing to get up.
Fang Zhen let out a soft chuckle.
He understood the soldiers' mentality perfectly.
The vast majority of these men were from the Ellick Territory; being a soldier was just a way to put food on the table. Their willingness to attack just now had little to do with loyalty to Count Ellick. It was mostly driven by the fear of being punished for dereliction of duty later.
