Harvests Galore

He had barely managed to throw on his clothes when the main gate was pounded loudly. "This is bad! This is bad! The Yellow Turban bandits have broken in!"

"I damn well know that! How many are there? Where have they reached?" Qian Hong shouted furiously as he opened the door.

"Uh... More than two thousand, I think. There are Yellow Turban bandits on three sides, and I don't know the exact number either!" The household troops' commander who had come to report was also panicking badly. Normally, he acted high and mighty when commanding the household troops, but at this critical moment, he was the first to panic. He should not have been this flustered, but not a single one of the household troops stationed on the three sides had returned to report. Clearly, they had all been slaughtered by the attacking Yellow Turban bandits. That had been nearly a hundred men!

The entire estate had only a little over two hundred household troops guarding it. Losing nearly half their forces in one stroke—how could he not panic?

An army that did not collapse after suffering more than ten percent casualties could already be considered strong. If it did not collapse after losing more than thirty percent, it was already elite. Now, their casualty rate was nearly half. Fortunately, they had not engaged the enemy head-on; otherwise, he would certainly have run off to who knew where by now.

"Smack!" Qian Hong slapped him across the face. "You don't even know how many enemies there are, and you still had the nerve to come back and report? Why don't you just go die? Hurry up and gather the men to drive these bandits back! If the Yellow Turbans surround us, you and I will both die!"

"Manager!" The commander