Liu Ruoxi had always obeyed Chu Xisheng's every word.
When she saw Du Wenyuan's head roll out of the command tent, her gaze went blank for a moment.
Then Liu Ruoxi reacted. She immediately answered loudly, picked up Du Wenyuan's head, and strode toward the front lines, brimming with murderous intent.
Since the Young Banner Chief had beheaded Du Wenyuan, he had made his stance clear. He would fight those Inner City aristocratic clans of Xiushui Commandery, and that commandery governor, to the death.
Liu Ruoxi's gaze was sharp as a blade. Today, either the enemy would die, or she would!
"Altar Master Lu, go into town later and gather hemp mourning clothes and white cloth. After this battle, the entire army will wear mourning!" Inside the tent, Chu Xisheng still held his saber, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone present.
"Everyone, the governor laid a trap to kill my Uncle Kuang. I cannot live beneath the same sky as him. Only by sleeping on his skin and eating his flesh can I quell my hatred!
"You are all my brothers in West Mountain Hall, and members of the Iron Banner Gang. You share my honor and disgrace, my fortunes and woes. Will you join hands with me and weather this crisis together?"
The altar masters under him, led by Li Shenshan, thundered their assent.
Most of the hunters' leaders looked helpless. Even so, they immediately rose and bowed in agreement.
Back when bandits had run rampant through West Mountain, plundering at will, they had taken the initiative to seek out this hall master of West Mountain Hall.
Not long ago, when Xiushui's commandery commandant had swept through West Mountain under the pretext of suppressing bandits, it had also been West Mountain Hall that sent troops to help them defeat