The Cui Family claimed to have brought an army of two thousand this time, but those truly capable of taking the field and attacking the city probably numbered less than half that.
The rest were mostly menial laborers and porters. When they reached the battlefield, they would likely serve as nothing more than cannon fodder.
Even so, that was already an enormous number of men.
Chen Ye looked out. Everywhere he saw heads shifting, a dense, oppressive mass of black.
It was utterly different from the scenes of war he had seen on television in his previous life.
Fortunately, the area outside Heling City was large enough to hold so many people.
Su Guang asked, "Are we leaving now?"
Chen Ye did not answer. He turned and pulled a tattered hemp garment from a pile of odds and ends, tore it into several strips with both hands, and handed them to those on either side. "Everyone wrap one of these around your head. If we get scattered, we'll use them to identify our own people."
After speaking, he personally demonstrated. He tied a square of cloth atop his head, immediately distinguishing himself from the surrounding groups without drawing attention.
At that moment, the servants in the group were panicked and helpless. Upon receiving Chen Ye's order, they instinctively huddled together and began following suit.
The great camp had been evacuated in such haste that many ragged clothes had not been gathered in time. The servants picked them up wherever they found them, cut them open with knives, and hurriedly wrapped them around their heads.
Those who could not find any clothes simply cut off a long strip from their own hems and tied it tightly around their arms as a distinguishing mark.
When Chen Ye saw that everyone was more