Beishuo City, Lord's Hall
Yang Zhun sat alone at the head seat, separated from the others by a green bead curtain. Behind the curtain, over ten maids were moving about in the deep night, evidently cleaning his wounds, with faint sobbing sounds from women coming from within.
In the front row below the hall, a total of eleven people stood, five of them from Beishuo of Xianyang Level, and the other six were the Xianyang Level people from Chen Cang, including Chu Xuan Kong, Chu Renjie, and Chu Qinghe.
"Reporting to the Lord, fifty thousand Xia Army soldiers have not camped outside the city. Instead, they've split into four groups: twenty thousand at the east main gate, and ten thousand each on the other three sides, completely surrounding the city, and are already within three hundred meters of the gates!"
As Yang Rong hastily reported the situation outside the city, the already oppressive atmosphere in the hall turned even heavier.
