"Commandery Prince, ahead is Ping City."
Ying Rushi, riding on horseback, suddenly awoke, as if a drowning person gasped for breath.
The forests raced backwards, the wind howled past her ears, and beside her were heavily armored cavalry wearing Evil Ghost Masks.
It took her a full three breaths to remember that she was on the road to Ping City, and what she was about to do next was to execute the massacre order at the Ping City Military Town.
Every member, guest, relative, servant, and tenant of the Bu Liugu Clan and the Gai Lou Clan—leave no one alive—kill on sight!
Thousands would die, perhaps. Reflecting on this number, Ying Rushi surprisingly felt little. Just yesterday, she had seen corpses in the thousands, the Evil Ghost Hundred Guards slaughtering street by street until the bodies piled up and filled the roads, the spilt blood dyeing the earth dark red, and the once-prosperous county town quiet, with only crows rising and falling.
