(More chapters tomorrow, at least ten...)
At a time like this, faced with the surging tide of stockade people, there was only one way out for them: somehow bring Tang Changsheng under control. Δ
But where was Tang Changsheng? He had yet to show himself.
"Shameless bastard! Tang Changsheng, show yourself if you have the guts! What kind of skill is it to use so many Shaman Barbarians against us?"
At last, one of the Illusory Spirits saw where the real problem lay. Unable to hold back, he cursed Tang Changsheng.
But the curses sank like stones into the Sea. The people of Hongdong Stockade could not understand them, and they did not know who Tang Changsheng was.
Nor would a few curses make Tang Changsheng lose his composure and leap out. He meant to use the people of Hongdong Stockade to drive them away.
Tang Changsheng did not have the forbearance to let someone spit in his face and wipe it dry himself, nor did he have Sima Yi's temperament for wearing women's clothes.
Even so, he sneered. "Hmph. Bringing all of Hongdong Stockade under my control—that is my real skill!
"Why else do you think Ying Tiecheng, You Mengde, and the others value me?"
A crowd had gathered around Tang Changsheng, every one of them a Warrior commander of considerable standing or a Warrior.
They had once served under Tang Changsheng, and the people of the Dushi Divine Hall did not trust them. One by one, they had been pushed aside, reassigned, and stripped of influence.
The moment Tang Changsheng emerged, they had gathered around him of their own accord.
They were the elite of their respective Tribal Stockades. Each had earned merits, great or small, during the unification of Hongdong Stockade. Their standing was beyond anything those