Zheng Quchi also heard the commotion. After considering it for a moment, she decided to leave the wood on the riverbank to dry and then hurry back to the camp.
As soon as he returned, he saw Lei Gong with a livid face, a young worker with a troubled expression next to him, and a man with a scabby head whose face was red with anger.
"Is this what you call understanding?"
Seeing the watchtower, which they had painstakingly built over two days, crumble into rubble, all the time spent cutting, measuring, and assembling was wasted, the craftsmen were furious.
The bald-headed man stubbornly shouted, "That's exactly how it was repaired! It's because you didn't follow my instructions!"
"Which part didn't meet your requirements! If the foundation is unstable, are you blaming us for not placing it properly?" the craftsman behind the young worker immediately retorted.
"Stop arguing..." The young worker felt utterly helpless.
Just as a fight was about to break out, the ground suddenly trembled slightly. Everyone stopped arguing and looked at the gate with confusion and fear.
Looking into the distance following the billowing dust, all one could see were warhorses galloping towards them, especially the lead horse, its hooves pounding, its long mane flying, its magnificent appearance inspiring awe.
This commotion caused an upheaval in the entire camp, and the overseer who had been hiding from the situation and the minor official sent by the county rushed out.
When they saw the red flag fluttering above this powerful and valiant cavalry legion, their pupils dilated suddenly, and they knelt down with a thud.
He called out tremblingly, "Greetings, General Yuwen..."
Upon hearing this, the craftsmen present were initially stunned. When they belatedly realized what General Yuwen represented, they all trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, awaiting his arrival.
Zheng Quchi, the only one standing present: "..."
The oncoming gale felt like an immense, approaching pressure. She cursed the evil old society under her breath and huddled at the back.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves turned into the clattering of rain against rubble. No one dared to look up directly until a chilling, fishy wind enveloped them.
In the shadows, they couldn't help but shiver, and lowered their heads even further.
Even Zheng Quchi was experiencing for the first time the chilling feeling of life and death being entirely in the hands of humans on the bloody battlefield.
"Is this how you built the camps where our troops are stationed?"
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