Wu Qi's anger was naturally not directed at Zhao Cheng's claim that he would take Wu City next spring. Over the past decade, no few powerful figures in the Southern Wasteland had made such wild boasts—and which of those powerful figures did not command tens of thousands of troops?!
What was more, those powerful figures possessed worthy ministers and fierce generals, with many wise men devising strategies for them.
And the last person who had sought to take Wu City had been none other than the Yellow Heaven Army.
They had marched into the Southern Wasteland with fifty thousand troops. The commander-in-chief leading that army was no minor figure either, but the famed Godslayer General. He was not a Daoist, yet he had been born with the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, his muscles and bones naturally tempered. From a young age, he had been brave and martial, and so his fellow villagers had recommended him for the post of district captain.
A district captain was an official responsible for local security, commanding a group of village braves.
In that era, no one had yet raised the banner of rebellion. For a commoner with no standing to obtain such an office was already no small feat; it meant the local officials recognized his talent and knew how to make use of him.
After all, except in years of great chaos or at the founding of a dynasty, without family backing, no matter how talented one was, it was difficult to gain appointment.
Had the Godslayer General been born into a powerful family, with such gifts, becoming a general in his twenties would not have been difficult.
But in the final years of the dynasty, that was impossible.
What happened afterward was something all too common in such times.