In an exceedingly short time, chaos erupted across the city walls. Sun Yuantai's arrangements had naturally been excellent, but he had never expected Zhao Cheng to break through the whole by striking at a single point—and even use Daoist arts to stir up the conscripted laborers in one section.
Many of the conscripted laborers in the city had known one another to begin with; Sun Yuantai had merely deliberately scattered them.
Now, once some of them had fired their guns and surrendered, there was no turning back. Zhao Cheng then ordered everyone to shout along with them.
They were all conscripted laborers forced into service, so having these laborers do the shouting was naturally far more effective.
Of course, more importantly, these laborers had long been deeply dissatisfied with Sun Yuantai. For many of them, their family members had already died in battle before them.
Under such circumstances, they certainly hated the Heaven-Answering Army, but the one they hated even more was Sun Yuantai.
After all, if it had truly been one able-bodied man per household, if trading their lives meant their families would remain safe, then it would have been worth it.
But reality was that one able-bodied man per household was nothing but a lie. Those wealthy households had not sent out a single person, while families like theirs had to stake the lives of their entire households to protect those great clans.
Under such circumstances, resentment had long been piling up in countless hearts.
Previously, there had simply been no one to take the lead, so none of them had dared to move. They could only forcibly suppress the resentment in their hearts.
Now, with the momentum outside surging like a mighty tide, the laborers waiting on standby within the fortifications atop the walls could endure no