Rain pattered down. Noon, which should have been the brightest hour of the day, was as dim as evening. Liu Acheng and the others followed the eighty or hundred men out of Jingkou Ward. The townspeople along the way were used to such sights and merely glanced sideways and kept out of their way.
There was something to it: nearly a hundred men in straw rain capes and bamboo hats, bows and arrows clasped in their arms, hurrying through the rain. It really did feel a little like a surprise attack on a rainy night.
If this were inside Jiankang, with another three or five hundred men scattered around the city in ordinary times, then suddenly emerging in the rain on the north bank of the Qinhuai River one day, seizing the arsenal first and then rushing the Palace City, couldn't they capture the emperor in a single stroke, take control of the imperial city, and get something done?
Of course, the prerequisite would be a certain political foundation. Only then could you maximize the gains afterward and make it worthwhile.
But if I already had a political foundation, why would I do that?
Could my political enemies have driven me to the point where I could only lie in bed feigning illness?
Indeed, Liu Acheng's mind was forever occupied with strange things. Ask Liu Huzi, who had worked so seamlessly with him today and was standing right beside him, to guess what this brother was thinking, and it would have been positively terrifying if he could.
After leaving bustling Jingkou Ward and walking several more li southeast, they were hardly in the wilderness. Warehouses, residences, and even shops could still be seen here and there, but fields and woods had also begun to appear. Once they passed through those