Iron Cannons Blast Open the Inner City Gates, Ten Thousand Border Troops Scatter Like Duckweed

Qin Yue flew into a rage, leaping to his feet and pointing at the scout as he berated him, "You bastard! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Stop spreading your wild rumors here! Tell us every last detail of the situation in the outer city! If there is even half a word of falsehood, do not blame this general for dealing with you by military law!"

Qin Yue's tone was icy and piercing, steeped in killing intent.

He, too, was incomparably helpless.

Not one of the other scouts he had sent out had returned yet. Only this one had come back—and he seemed to have gone mad.

This situation made the ominous feeling in his heart grow ever stronger. He could not spare the time to immediately punish this scout for damaging the army's morale, and could only force down his rage and first press him for the exact state of the battle in the outer city.

The scout slowly raised his head. His face was etched with grief as he spoke in a hoarse voice. "The outer city... the outer city has already become a living hell!

Corpses carpet the ground, and blood flows until it could float pestles!

This subordinate followed the secret passage out. The instant I lifted the cover over the tunnel exit, an endless stream of blood poured into the passage, nearly submerging my calves!"

The moment those words fell, the council hall erupted with sharp intakes of breath.

Everyone present turned grave at once. A dense aura of slaughter and blood seemed to seep directly from the scout's words, filling the entire council hall.

They were all stunned by his description.

In such a short span of time, how many people would have to die in the outer city for blood to pool calf-deep?

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