Shen Tang had always been the one digging tunnels to ambush her enemies. She never thought that one day someone would turn the tables and use her signature trick against her.
Her anger lasted only a few breaths before she suppressed it.
Lu Ji dragged over a prisoner clad in heavy armor.
Among the prisoners, this man stood out. The other martial generals relied on their deep martial qi to form their armor, but he alone wore a suit of real armor. Armor was expensive to make, and the more finely crafted it was, the more precious it became. It was beyond the means of an ordinary Martial Gall Warrior.
For a Martial Gall Warrior of mediocre strength to hold a high position and wear such fine armor, he had to come from no ordinary background.
Shen Tang gave Gu Chi a look.
Interrogation and torture took far too much time. She had no patience to pry open these people's mouths right now. Every moment wasted increased the enemy's chances of escaping. Gu Chi's methods of interrogation and torture had even won Kang Shi's approval; dispensing with humanitarian concerns made them all the more efficient.
When Gu Chi approached, the enemy general was still in shock, apparently unable to believe that in half a day he had fallen from the clouds to become a prisoner.
He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Gu Chi.
"Don't even think you'll get a single word out of this old man!"
Gu Chi didn't slow his steps. The bloody spit landed a few inches from the tip of his shoe. "Whether you talk isn't up to you."
Prisoners of war didn't have the right to refuse.
Especially when their lord was still in a foul mood.
Gu Chi pressed two fingers to the