"The Tartars have withdrawn!"
"They withdrew!"
"They really withdrew!"
Cheers erupted atop Tonghui City's walls.
The defenders, able-bodied men, wealthy households, beggars... everyone was overjoyed.
Everyone understood that the Tartars were vicious. If the city fell, they would all perish together.
Even if the city did not fall, a prolonged siege would leave many without work, and they would starve to death anyway.
"Thank you, Great Heroes!"
"It was those experts who saved us!"
Everyone in the city had watched that battle online. They were filled with longing for the bearing of that middle-aged expert.
Tonghui's Regional Commander had planned to send someone to offer thanks. He had collected seven thousand taels of silver in gratitude from the wealthy households. Heaven and earth bore witness—he had not touched a single tael this time. He intended to reward those experts with all of it.
However, Advisor's words made the Regional Commander abandon the idea.
"My lord, if this humble one was not mistaken, those people should be members of the Demon Sect—in other words, the rebel Heavenly Saint Army," Advisor advised.
"Why would a band of rebels come save us?" the Regional Commander asked in surprise.
"Perhaps it was to save the common people. Their stated cause is to save all the people under heaven," Advisor guessed.
"What saving the common people? They came to make a name for themselves." The Regional Commander was no fledgling; he saw through Wenren Sheng's purpose at a glance. "Still, since they want fame, that works out well. Send men to taverns, pleasure houses, and the streets to quietly spread their reputation."
"Your Excellency is most perceptive." Advisor immediately understood the Regional Commander's intention. He hoped that if the Tartars came again, these people would come save them again.
After all, Tonghui was one of