"Please spare me, my Lord. I don't wish to die. I am willing, I will do anything!"
That fearful plea was like a lightning strike upon the hearts of the Wolf Smoke Regiment soldiers.
Lu Shaoqing shut his eyes in despair.
Following the cries of that man, more and more citizens stepped forward and knelt down. They begged the smug-looking Chang Pu for mercy.
Those pleas were like sharp blades slicing across the hearts of the Wolf Smoke Regiment men.
These were the citizens they had fought so hard to protect…
"Very good." Satisfied, Chang Pu looked towards Song Yuan.
But Song Yuan held some doubts. "There are tens of thousands of people living in Ping City and it would be difficult to account to the Emperor if all of them perished. But… they already know the whole truth—if they speak out in the future…"
"We won't! We won't! Believe us, City Lord Song. We wouldn't dare…" The citizens hurriedly implored the hesitant Song Yuan.
