Massacre

Massacre

Scar-Faced Leader held his spear horizontally, its tip slanting toward the ground.

"Friend, do not ruin yourself. The Imperial Court's momentum is gone. Hanshan Commandery had its city walls breached in three days,

and Cangwu County fell in two. This Wushui Commandery beneath your feet will not last three days either. Following a eunuch to your death is not worth it."

He spoke openly, but what he was plotting in his heart was something else entirely.

He had to stabilize this movement-technique kid first. As long as he held him up for a moment and waited until he captured the Cao Mansion, this man wouldn't be able to escape his palm no matter how fast he was.

Fang Yuan stood on the stone steps without moving.

His gaze shifted away from Eunuch Cao, swept over the spear in the leader's hand, swept over the orderly military formation behind him,

and finally landed on the armor upon the chests of those armored soldiers.

"The Brave Army?" He raised an eyebrow. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far through the fog.

"Wushui Commandery has never had such an army."

He carefully searched the memories in his mind.

Wushui Commandery had never possessed such an army. Commandery Troops, Garrison Army, Local Militia—

he had seen the rosters for all of them, and there were no characters for "Brave Army".

"So you lot are rebels."

Fang Yuan said these words very flatly; he was not asking.

The leader's expression sank slightly.

He had originally thought that blurting out his designation could bluff people,

and the three words Brave Army had already made a name for themselves over in Hanshan Commandery, but as expected, they didn't work well here in Wushui Commandery.

The trace of a curve at the corner of his mouth