Wu Wei froze. "Bandits are attacking the city?" he asked, a nervous edge to his voice. "How many?"
The Government Soldier replied, "Thirty to forty riders, my lord."
Wu Wei froze for a moment, then broke into a relaxed laugh. 'Thirty or forty riders? What the hell is there to be afraid of?'
His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the corpses hanging from the gate tower...
'Looks like they're the assassins' accomplices. They couldn't control their impulses and came for a rescue.'
'Thirty or forty riders... They're just here to hand-deliver merit to me.'
At that, Wu Wei's expression immediately turned serious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Citizens of Yangzhou City, listen! Vicious bandits are attacking! Everyone, retreat into the city! Do not let yourselves be harmed by these thugs!"
He put on the air of a benevolent ruler who loves his people like his own children. Instantly, the crowd of onlookers descended into chaos. Those outside the city walls scrambled to get inside.
