Over the countless years, the Great Zhou Empire had long become a machine that creaked everywhere, as though it might fall apart at any moment. Even maintaining its normal operation carried an air of senility.
Yet once an emergency arose, it would begin running at astonishing speed. Though the Great Zhou Empire's machine looked so decrepit that it could collapse at any time, before it truly fell apart, it could still unleash an astounding pace of operation.
Only a quarter of an hour after the Demon Race invaded Wuzhou, the urgent military report reached the War Ministry in Luoyi, Great Zhou.
Within half an hour, the War Ministry's leading figures, the forces of the Heavenly Patrol Division, and the Blood Essence Clones of King Wei Liu Wubing, Duke Wei Pan Shurong, and others who were campaigning abroad had all gathered in the War Ministry's main hall.
Soon after, news arrived that Wuzhou City had fallen. The Wuzhou Governor's whereabouts were unknown, and it was unclear whether the garrison general was dead or alive.
King Wei Liu Wubing slammed his fist hard onto the table. "A hundred thousand years ago, when Wuzhou City faced the sudden onslaught of the Devil Race army, it held out for more than a month until reinforcements arrived from the surrounding regions.
"Over these years, Wuzhou City's defenses have been strengthened several times. Yet now, against a mere several hundred thousand Demon Race troops, it fell in only half an hour. What the hell have Wuzhou's defenders been doing?"
Minister of War Ban Di's expression was extremely grim. He coordinated military affairs across the entire realm; King Wei's words were tantamount to slapping him across the face.
First Prince Ji Ao, who also served as an official attached to the War Ministry, spoke up. "The situation