And at that moment, what was Zhang Lu, the man upon whom all the soldiers had pinned their hopes, doing?
Zhang Lu was anxiously pacing around his residence, muttering nonstop, "Think about it. You go out with your wife, eat hotpot, sing songs, and suddenly get attacked by bandits..."
Ah, no, wrong lines. The meaning was about the same, though—he had just been embracing his beloved wives and concubines, eating hotpot, and singing songs when Wang Xuan suddenly stormed in!
Zhang Lu was frantic. He was merely the leader of a religion, and his control over Hanzhong Commandery relied entirely on that religious approach. Actual administration was handled by the local great clans. Now that someone had suddenly attacked his doorstep, they wanted him to take charge, go up onto the walls to raise morale, and lead the soldiers in driving back the enemy...
Fighting on the front lines was definitely out of the question. He would never fight on the front lines in this lifetime. He did not know how to govern an enemy either, so he could only rely on preaching to barely get by.
Just think of the three Zhang Jiao brothers. After they died, even their bones had been ground to dust and scattered. When Zhang Lu had just heard that Wang Xuan had somehow reached the foot of the city walls, he had been so terrified that he collapsed completely. The person he hated most now was Han Sui. If Han Sui appeared before him at this moment, he would definitely bite him. You said Wang Xuan would certainly be held up and suffer total annihilation! Then what the hell is going on outside the city now?
Zhang Lu hurriedly summoned Yan Pu. He was Zhang Lu's most trusted strategist, bar none. At the same