Miho Nishizumi really was meticulous.
Leng Xiyue had recognized this more than once, and now she once again realized the gap between a shut-in like herself and a true leader.
Of course, she would hardly feel inferior over it. After all, she had summoned them herself. "You really do think of everything, Miho~"
Next, Leng Xiyue and Miho Nishizumi prepared to arrange their next steps.
Although their force had expanded to two thousand, that was nowhere near enough. The Governor's Residence could mobilize roughly two hundred thousand to five hundred thousand standing troops, but it might also be one or two million.
That depended on how low the Governor's Residence's moral bottom line was.
To deal with these potentially enormous numbers of enemies, Leng Xiyue had brought enough weapons and equipment to arm tens of thousands, with plentiful ammunition. Mobilizing the local residents had therefore become a necessary task; at the very least, they should help with repairs and logistics.
Tian Meng had already sent people to handle that, organizing a hundred teams to distribute the grain, meat, and other supplies seized from those filthy rich bastards from door to door, spreading their message along the way.
Just as everything was proceeding in good order, a man wearing a white cloak arrived at the City Lord's Manor with a resolute gaze.
Without factual evidence, even the greatest torrent of words was utterly hollow at heart. But the fact was that almost all the wicked had been executed. Even though the streets had already been washed, the smell of blood had yet to dissipate and would linger for a long time.
This made everyone realize that the newly arrived force was no ordinary one, and Huang Yan made up his mind to pay them a visit.
The Guard had long since