Ten li north of Panyu City, Lin Mo's main camp.
On a huge banyan tree at the edge of the camp, Lin Wushisan straddled the thickest branch.
His legs dangled and swung in the air as he held a handful of pumpkin seeds, cracking them loudly.
Lin Wushi Xi and Lin Wushiw u crouched beside him. The three sat side by side on the branch, like a row of sparrows perched on a wire.
The ground beneath the tree was packed with people as well. Some leaned against the trunk, some sat cross-legged on the ground, and some simply lay there with one leg crossed over the other.
Everyone held something in their hands: sunflower seeds, peanuts, dried persimmons, dates, walnuts...
A few had even dug up some sweet potatoes from who knew where and were roasting them over charcoal, their scorched fragrance wafting through the air.
Within the Consciousness Link, the Clones were already dumbfounded.
[Lin Sanshi Xi: Holy shit, over a hundred catapults firing at once? This is way too outrageous!] [Lin Thirty-Five: Look at those siege towers—they're taller than the city walls! The men on top are shooting downward, and the defenders can't even raise their heads.] [Lin Thirty-Six: The battering rams have been pounding for nearly two hours. That gate still hasn't broken?] [Lin Xishi'er: How many defenders do you think are actually on those walls?] [Lin San Shi Qi: At least a hundred thousand, I'd say.] [Lin Wushiliu: I'll place my bet first. Huang Chao won't take the city today. Ten taels of silver—anyone in?] [Lin Wushiqi: I'm in! I bet he can take it. Twenty taels!]
``` [Lin Wushiliu: Are you stupid? Panyu City's walls are so thick, and there