People of this era feared natural disasters with a terror that came from the depths of their souls. They feared earthquakes most of all, as if their ancestors had suffered similar calamities and engraved that fear deep in their genes, passing it down from generation to generation. But after a long time, people grew numb to it.
What kind of earthquake could go on and on for an entire day?
At first, Xianyu Jian had kept his nerves taut.
Every muscle in his body had been poised to flee with his senior brother.
But the dust from the roof beams had kept sifting down from daylight until dark.
The shaking had made it impossible for Yun Ce to even close his eyes in peace.
Xianyu Jian couldn't sit still, so he got up to ask around.
He hadn't expected much, but the soldiers guarding them seemed to have been given special instructions. They didn't make things difficult for Xianyu Jian and instead mocked, "They say that bunch from Kang is digging traps."
Xianyu Jian couldn't tell if the information was true.
When he returned and told Yun Ce, Yun Ce looked weary. "Digging traps? Have they said how big these traps are, or how long it'll take?"
Xianyu Jian said, "They say they're going to surround Shexing Pass."
The plan was so wildly impractical that the rumor turned out to be true—this kind of bizarre thinking really did sound like something their people would come up with.
Yun Ce pondered for a moment. "Surround it? Cut off the supplies?"
Xianyu Jian sighed. "It won't be easy to cut off the supplies."
Digging a ring of traps could indeed isolate Shexing Pass completely—and there was no need to dig a full ring; seventy or eighty percent would be enough. But the