"Since His Majesty ordered the delivery of the newly made glasses, the situation has improved considerably, but the Wu tribe's offensive has not diminished. When the two armies are locked in a stalemate, it is always our side that suffers heavy losses."
"Why go out of the city to meet the enemy?" Nan Xiangrong asked, frowning.
The advantage of defending a city lies in its city gates, which are located at high vantage points.
"None of the first few cities have such a good geographical location as Fengyang. Moreover, the Wu tribe is besieging the city without attacking. Sooner or later, the soldiers in the city will run out of ammunition and food. It is better to go out of the city and fight to the death."
"So, you went out and encountered their deadly attacks?" Nan Xiangrong asked coldly.
The city lord felt somewhat ashamed, genuinely intimidated by the opponent. After all, their Great Wei had never encountered such a formidable adversary before.
The tragic fates of the first few city lords were particularly shocking to those of them who came after them.
In terms of momentum, they were already at a disadvantage.
"From now on, Fengyang will be under my control. The city gates will be kept tightly closed, and no one will be allowed to leave."
"Yes." The city lord could only complain, since she couldn't do anything about it.
As a result, she was overshadowed by a man.
However, he had some doubts. Could it be that this General of the South, appointed by His Majesty, was just a coward?
Nan Xiangrong, however, needed time to understand the terrain and topography of the area and to conduct on-site investigations.
If they don't go out at all, what can the witch clan do? They can't even get in touch with them, so how can they use witchcraft?
Or is a direct attack the only option?
If that's the case, then the Witch Clan isn't so scary.
What they need to do now is boost morale. If their soldiers don't even realize that they are inferior to others, how can they win the battle?
Let them see that the witch clan is no different from ordinary people; they can't fly and they're not gods.
When left stranded at the bottom of the city, one can only feel helpless.
This time is his chance to find a winning strategy.
Southern Dynasty Mo City.
Upon arriving in Mocheng, Nanlin ruthlessly killed several people.
All of these were charges of failing to defend the city properly.
Although I had heard that King Ye had been ruthless during the plague, killing the people of an entire city.
But rumors are just rumors; nothing compares to the shock of seeing it with your own eyes.
After Nanlin defeated the Wu Clan with his superb martial arts and unpredictable methods, he closed the city gates and refused to come out.
No one knew what "Nanlin" meant, and no one dared to ask.
Only Nan Lin himself knew that he was waiting.
As for what we're waiting for?
Then no one will know.
Inside a dungeon belonging to the Wu tribe.
Looking at the prisoners on the verge of death in the other cells around him, Wuchen asked with some pity, "Who are these?"
He rarely sees such scenes anymore, at least not openly.
Therefore, the shock of seeing such a cruel and bloody scene at once was still very great.
Moreover, these prisoners did not appear to have been subjected to severe torture; rather, they seemed to have suffered some unknown torment, and appeared to be in extreme pain.
There are also some who are crazy.
Wu Changming was completely unaware of this, since even when he was in the clan, he rarely came into contact with these outside things, but instead devoted himself to medical skills.
Wu Xun's mood was somewhat heavy. "The elder said that these people are the most heinous sinners of the Wu clan, which is why they were imprisoned here. As for their condition, it is to squeeze out their last bit of use to test medicine for our clan."
"A drug trial?" Wu Changming and Wuchen exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, you could say they're testing drugs. They'll be the first to try all sorts of new toxins."
What crimes did these people commit to deserve such torture?
Wuchen couldn't help but think of it.
“No, I’m not, I’m from the Southern Dynasty,” a prisoner in a nearby cell said, struggling to speak after overhearing their conversation.
"What?" Wu Xun asked in disbelief.
“We are not from the Witch Clan at all. We are just ordinary people who were captured by your Witch Clan,” the man said viciously.
He overheard what these people were saying; they were also members of the witch clan, but they seemed to be kept in the dark. In that case, would he have a chance to escape from here?
He really couldn't stand it anymore; this place was hell, and all those people were devils!
"How could that be? You're lying!"
“You can ask the people in every cell. They are all ordinary people, from the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Dynasty. They are just ordinary people. We have no idea what we did wrong to be arrested and tortured here.”
Wu Yi was utterly distraught: "Impossible, impossible."
After his initial surprise, Wu Changming believed the man's words. He had no reason to lie to them, and besides, such a thing could be easily exposed if they asked others.
only……
The Wu tribe is truly beyond saving.
Wuchen didn't find it unacceptable, after all, he wasn't a member of the Witch Clan. However, seeing the miserable state of these people, he couldn't help but feel malice towards those who committed the abuse.
Seeing Wu Xun's disbelief, he said directly, "Actually, the elder's words are easy to refute. We are also imprisoned here."
"So, do you think we are also the heinous people the elders described?"
Wu Xun had nothing to say and could only accept it.
When exactly did her witch clan begin to turn out like this?
Or is it that the Wu tribe has always been like this?
But she never saw it clearly.
"Tell me in detail what exactly happened," Wu Xun asked again, calming herself down.
"I was originally a merchant from the Southern Dynasty. When I was traveling for business, I passed through a small town and just stayed overnight. When I woke up, I found myself tied up in a carriage full of people like me. In the end, I was sent here to suffer this inhumane torture."
"You are the Witch Clan, you must have a way, right? You can definitely rescue us. I want to go home. I have a wife and children waiting for me to return." Men don't easily shed tears, but only when they are deeply saddened.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what happened here. I'm just an ordinary citizen, I don't have the power to retaliate. I just want to escape from here, I really can't take it anymore." After saying that, she began another round of painful torment.
The man kept scratching his head, banging his head on the ground, like a madman.
The three people watching were shocked and speechless.
Wu Changming was also at a loss; even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.
"What do we do now?" Wuchen asked.
"What can we do? The message can't get out at all. We can only wait for His Majesty's men to realize something is wrong and come to rescue us." Wu Changming sighed.
"Tch, people like you need Brother Wei to save you?"
"Who?" The three were startled and looked toward the source of the voice.
"Zhang Tongyang? What are you doing here?" Wu Changming exclaimed in surprise.
"You know him?" Wu Xun and the other two looked at Wu Changming.
"Yes, it's Zhang Tongyang, the son of the Prime Minister of the Southern Dynasty. I met His Majesty when we were on a diplomatic mission to the Southern Dynasty."
"You all seem quite comfortable here, even meddling in other people's business. Why would you need anyone to save you?" Zhang Tongyang sneered.
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