Jin Pingyong's grim expression finally eased somewhat, and he said coldly, "That's good, they're going to die anyway if they enter the fortified city!"
At this moment, Xiong Yong suddenly said, "But according to the garrison at the front, the rebels are still reinforcing their troops and sending in various weapons."
"It's like they've never stopped; they seem to have an endless supply of troops."
Upon hearing this, Jin Pingyong suddenly shouted angrily, "How is that possible?!"
"In the Battle of Datong, wasn't it said that the enemy only had about 100,000 troops?! Jin Zhou also said that although they lost that battle, they still inflicted 20,000 to 30,000 casualties on the rebels!"
"It's only been a few days since the Battle of Datong, where did he get these reinforcements from?!"
Xiong Yong shook his head and sighed, "I don't know, but the enemy is indeed increasing their troops into the city. The soldiers at the front would not lie about the situation at this time."
Jin Pingyong's face flushed red, and he abruptly waved his hand, saying, "Could it be that Jin Zhou lied about the military situation earlier?! That kid suffered a defeat and lied to cover up his mistake?!"
Xiong Yong shook his head again, "There's no use guessing now. After all, His Majesty has allowed Jin Zhou to make amends by ordering him to guard the main city tower."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Yong cupped his hands in greeting, said no more, and headed towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Jin Pingyong stood on the ground, his face pale. Everyone's gaze turned to him again, and one of them cautiously asked, "Your Highness, is this...?"
"It doesn't matter! So what? It's just a matter of storming the barbican. Isn't that exactly what I said? Once inside the barbican, death is inevitable!"
These words lacked their previous force. Jin Pingyong avoided everyone's gaze, but there were simply too many eyes on him, and the worry expressed in his eyes was extremely naked.
Jin Pingyong was filled with anger and flicked his sleeve:
"What are you doing?! Are you scared again?"
"I'm not afraid at all!"
"If these rebels manage to storm the city tonight, I will personally don armor and wield a halberd to meet them in battle! Humph!" He spit out a loud yet sharp voice, his thick belly protruding.
I'm going out for a bit.
At this moment, Prince Qing suddenly stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and walked out.
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