With the situation opened up, Fisher's words delivered a sufficient shock to the already wavering defenders.
The Revolutionary Army that Peter had secretly cultivated over the past dozen years might have been somewhat better, but the new recruits they had incorporated in large numbers recently had still been slaves just a few days ago. Quite a few of them had not even changed their clothes.
Whenever these people saw a black man holding a leather whip, their hearts would seize up in fear, let alone the black army outside the city, which was brandishing gleaming butcher knives!
An army like this simply could not fight an uphill battle.
On top of that, the battlefront had suffered defeat after defeat these past few days, making their hearts even more unsettled at this moment.
And that was undoubtedly Fisher's goal.
Those slaves indeed could not possibly match the regular army under his command in combat strength. However, there were simply too many of them, they occupied the city walls, and they had a leader who had likewise reached the Vajra Realm.
Even if he ultimately won this battle, the most likely outcome would be mutual destruction. When the Green Skins invaded, how much strength would they have left to fight them?
Fisher clearly did not want to face such a situation.
Although he knew he could not easily take the city, he had continued launching attacks for days. His purpose was to shake the enemy's morale and lay the groundwork for his attempt to persuade them to surrender today.
He had already thought things through. With matters having reached this point, he would not be able to bring them to an easy conclusion without making some concessions. It would not be enough to have the slaves surrender and spare their lives. He