Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
“Khitans!”
“It’s the Khitans!”
Guttural screams from the city walls spurred panic in Sochia.
The Ink Sea Chief Inspector wanted to keep this matter a secret, but confidentiality wasn’t a thing in this era. Gossiping was commonplace, and often, these gossips tended to blow out of proportion after going through a couple of people.
The surviving soldier claimed that there were 200 Khitans, but by the time word made its way out of the chief inspector manor, the number had already hiked up to 30,000.
And the total population of Sochia didn’t even number 30,000.
Thus, the entire city fell into a state of panic.
On the city wall, the Ink Sea Chief Inspector, who had donned his armor, asked the captain of his personal army, “How many people are there?”
“Around 70 to 80 cavalrymen,” the captain reported. “They are probably just the scouts. Chief inspector, why don’t I take our men…”
The captain meant to bring a few hundred soldiers down to probe the enemy. If they could eradicate these seventy cavalrymen, it would greatly boost their soldiers’ morale.
“That won’t do.” The chief inspector shook his head. “What if they have prepared an ambush? We only have so few people to guard the city. We mustn’t make a reckless move till we get to the bottom of the Khitans’ forces.”
“You’re right, chief inspector.” The captain nodded in agreement.
The heavy casualties they had suffered thus far, by logical deduction, suggested that there was a sizable army camping in the vicinity.
It can’t be that a platoon of seventy had crept around like specters to ambush our people, slaughtering almost everyone in every encounter. That would be ridiculous.
“Besides, those Khitan scouts will only break their heads if they try to fight the sentries we have stationed outside—Wait, what are those Khitans trying to do?!”
To the chief inspector’s incredulity, the Khitans, who appeared to be scouting the area, suddenly began charging at their sentries like utter fools.
Even the Ottomain guards on duty were dumbstruck.
While the sentry posts scattered outside
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