"The plague is already becoming difficult to control. If any more unforeseen changes arise, I fear our supply lines may collapse." Beneath the Chijing Army's commander-in-chief were two deputy commanders, both military generals.
The one speaking now was one of them.
His name was Xie Dong. He was broad and powerfully built, his face covered in a thick beard. A spiked meteor hammer rested at his side, and his gaze was sharp as he spoke, light glinting in his eyes. Clearly, his martial cultivation was far from weak. He was not part of the Yuchi Family faction, but had come from the Prefectural City.
You Jian of the You Family sat upright to one side, holding a warm cup of wine in both hands and drinking slowly behind his sleeve.
He was considered one of the You Family's foremost experts, second only to the family head and You Rong. Before You Rong had left to study, his brilliance had been overshadowed. Now that You Rong was gone, he had gradually become the representative of the You Family's current enterprises.
You Muxuan, whom Wei He had killed, was his blood sister.
"The plague has already spread beyond our control. All five counties outside the city have now fallen. I have applied to the Prefectural City for an isolation cut-off, to completely quarantine the five infected counties. If it can be carried out thoroughly, it should keep the supply lines from breaking, at least for now. The only concern is the shortage of labor."
"It is time to consider a way out," someone sighed at length.
Everyone fell silent. Once the quarantine was imposed, those five counties would effectively be abandoned entirely, left to the plague's ravages. No one knew how many people would survive in the end.
The lives that could