What fairness, what the Yuan family cared about, what the governor was preparing to surrender... In truth, the common people and soldiers at the bottom of society simply had no brains to think about so many things.
It wasn't that they lacked the time. They genuinely didn't know how to think, because they couldn't even recognize the characters, because they had no education.
But that didn't mean they still wouldn't understand if someone explained it to them.
That was also why, when a commander's banner fell on the battlefield, the army immediately collapsed.
The Yuan Shao army had been subjected to a barrage of blah blah blah from that man below, and they couldn't help beginning to think about all sorts of jumbled, nonsensical things...
That was why it was said, "The people may be made to follow, but not to understand..." You knew too much!
The morale that Shen Pei had just stimulated with the two mental techniques he had poured all his spiritual power into was completely blasted away by a few words of "verbal artillery."
Lu Xiang: "If I weren't unable to beat you despicable bastards, I'd go down there and hack every one of you to death!"
Often, death itself wasn't that frightening. What was truly terrifying was the process of dying.
For ten minutes, Guan Yu's army had been making preparations for the siege. On top of the city wall, as morale visibly declined, the cloud energy grew thinner and thinner, while Lu Xiang was helpless.
Rumble! The war drums thundered. Twenty siege ladders were shouldered by the soldiers, who charged forward at full speed. Close behind them came a thousand soldiers bearing gleaming shields. Their formation remained orderly as they ran, moving with an almost astonishing rhythm.
"Ready, fire!" Lu Xiang roared. The soldiers