Li Chen and Yue Li arrived near the gates of Qizhou City. The gates were already tightly shut, and Zhou Jing, the city commander, was organizing the City Guard Army to face the coming Beast Tide.
After all, that was the City Guard Army's job.
Yet the scene before them made them frown.
Qizhou City's commander was named Zhou Jing. His abilities were mediocre, and he was hardly diligent about drilling the City Guard Army.
Moreover, this was the Central Heavenly Strategy Dynasty. There were no wars, and no Beast Tide had struck in over a decade. Accustomed to a life of ease and privilege, Zhou Jing suddenly found himself facing a Beast Tide without the slightest idea what to do.
Li Chen watched Zhou Jing scramble about, feeling displeased.
Standing atop the city wall, Zhou Jing actually had a book in his hands. He seemed to be reading a "strategy guide," shouting out whatever he found in it. "Quick! Quick! Everyone, get up on the wall! Where are the archers? Where are the archers?
"Stand where it says here! Don't take the wrong positions! Shield troops, hurry up here! No, wait, it looks like it says you're supposed to be somewhere else. Bring up all the rolling logs and stones! Hurry!"
Under Zhou Jing's haphazard commands, the City Guard Army descended into chaos.
Some soldiers rushed up the wall carrying quivers, only to collide accidentally with comrades hauling logs, scattering arrows all over the ground.
Others held shields but had no idea where to position themselves, standing frozen and helpless.
Some even ran in the wrong direction and were knocked down by other soldiers, grimacing in pain.
At the sight, Zhou Jing gritted his teeth in fury and roared, **"You useless bastards! You never train, and now you can't