Atop the battlements of Linchuan City fluttered a crimson identification flag.
Embroidered across the identification flag was a large character: "Cui".
With every gust of the winter wind, it snapped loudly.
Chen Ye stood upon the watchtower, gazing toward the distant horizon.
He knew well in his heart that seizing Linchuan City right now did not mean they could sit back and relax.
This raid by the men of the Heavy Martial Pavilion brought along very little baggage, and to survive, they would never let the matter rest.
They would counterattack before long.
He still needed to maintain twelve-point vigilance, lest the duck already in his grasp fly away.
Chen Ye instructed Su Guang, who stood beside him: "Pass down the order: heighten readiness and guard the city gates strictly! Disarm and detain all surrendered soldiers, and do not release anyone without authorization!"
"Understood!" Su Guang cupped his fist in acknowledgment and strode away.
Chen Ye turned once more to Zhuang Chaoyang: "How many remnants of the Heavy Martial Pavilion have yet to be cleared out in the city?"
Zhuang Chaoyang cupped his fist and said: "Reporting to the commander, the county office and granary have been secured, but many scattered soldiers and outlaws are still hiding in the city's streets and alleys; it will be difficult to completely sweep them clean all at once."
Chen Ye frowned slightly.
Counting every last one, these remnants of theirs barely numbered over two hundred men. To hold such a vast city as Linchuan while also purging the remaining enemies within it meant their manpower was truly stretched to the limit.
Should the main force of the Heavy Martial Pavilion arrive in a killing frenzy, dealing with them would prove rather arduous.
After a brief meditation, he said to Zhuang Chaoyang: "Go invite