Jia Xu also announced publicly that the Son of Heaven was already leading troops back to their aid. As long as they held Chang'an City for a month, they would survive.
Thus, driven by fear of death and hatred of the foreign tribes, the people of Chang'an City grew fiercely determined to resist the enemy and actively joined the defense.
Everyone knew that their only chance of survival was to hold Chang'an City to the death!
For a time, the people of Chang'an eagerly enlisted to join the resistance, even older men in their forties and fifties.
Whether for their families or for the Great Han.
They could not stand by and watch Chang'an City fall.
The veterans discharged because of their wounds were especially stirred by the news. Even those who had lost both legs propped themselves up on crutches and clamored to go onto the walls to kill the enemy.
To them, Chang'an belonged to the Son of Heaven. They had received his generous blessings, and even if they had to stake their old lives on it, they could not let Chang'an fall into enemy hands!
At worst, they would die; at worst, they would sleep forever in the Martyrs' Cemetery!
Their spirit inspired many soldiers and civilians alike, making Chang'an City's resistance exceptionally tenacious. The enemy outside had attacked for thirteen consecutive days, launching over ten assaults, yet had never gained the walls.
Chang'an, the imperial palace.
The court officials held their regular court assembly that day. Jia Xu presided in person, gathering them in Chengming Hall to discuss affairs.
Although a powerful enemy stood before them, the court assembly could not be canceled. This was both to steady people's hearts and to make coordinating the defense easier.
Yet the officials had little interest in the assembly,