Wind City. The Narrative Hall.
Lu Wuyong and the generals present discussed defensive preparations, then he repeatedly admonished everyone to be careful and cautious, to defend rigorously, and not let Li Mu Yang and the Ghost Dance Legion slip in through the chaos. The generals agreed.
Lu Wuyong announced the meeting's end, thinking that he would have a good talk with that bastard Lu Lin later. No matter how much of a bastard he was, he was still a bastard Lu Wuyong himself had sired. The reason he had not cursed him out in front of all the generals was to save him some face. After all, the whole sprawling mess that was Wind City would have to be handed over to him in the future. His prestige and reputation could not be damaged.
Before everyone had time to leave the courtyard, they heard a loud, ear-piercing, unending "woo-woo-woo" alarm ringing out from atop the city wall.
"General, we're under enemy attack!" A young officer in armor rushed in and reported to Lu Wuyong.
The generals halted. Lu Wuyong asked, "Who's coming?"
"They're dressed in colorful clothes with colorful feathers in their hair. They're the legendary Ghost Dance Legion."
"How many?"
"Fewer than five thousand."
Lu Wuyong fell silent.
The generals all fell silent as well.
The Ghost Dance Legion, numbering fewer than five thousand, had actually come charging over to besiege their Wind City as if they had gone mad?
Never mind how many permanent residents Wind City had. Its garrison alone numbered more than a hundred thousand. Add in several auxiliary legions, and the figure became truly enormous. Wind City was one of the four great fortified cities on the frontier, possessing the strength to stand directly against the neighboring Great Zhou, Great Wu, and Peacock Dynasty.
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