Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
“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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