Zhai Le hadn't caught the deeper meaning behind Shen Tang's words.
He thought Shen Tang was simply pitying the people who'd died so horribly, and sighed along with her. "At that height and with that much force, ordinary people wouldn't be the only ones in danger. Even I couldn't say I'd land without a scratch. I'd probably injure myself badly enough to spend three to five days in bed..."
If even Zhai Le, a Seventh Rank Duke's Minister, would be in such a sorry state, then what chance did those frail ordinary people have? All they could do was pray they wouldn't suffer too much before they died. As for everything else—
They were truly too far away to help, and powerless to do a thing!
At the thought, Zhai Le wished he could punch the cover of their shelter to pieces. But he couldn't just rush out and stop the enemy without a word. The enemy had plenty of soldiers and provisions. They had, at most, a few hundred exhausted remnants of an army. Charging out would only hand the enemy military merit on a platter.
Shen Tang said, "That's not what I meant."
She wasn't so naive as to think that living people hurled from a catapult could sail over the towering city walls and land unharmed. A sudden flash of inspiration had struck her, and a few terrible suspicions surfaced in her mind. "I'm worried the bodies will cause an epidemic."
At the word "epidemic," Zhai Le's scalp instantly prickled.
"An e-epidemic?"
Zhai Le stared in shock and fear toward Xiaocheng's gates.
He didn't know whether Shen Tang's words had planted some suggestion in his mind or whether it was all in his head, but the city walls beneath the night sky seemed like a giant beast