The Imperial court had always turned a blind eye to such matters and generally did not care.
Zhao zhilong's defense unit had a few thousand men and was stationed beside a River.
The camp was three miles long from east to west and was blocked by wooden fences. There were sentry towers on top of the fences with archers and sentries standing on them.
The river gushed away. It was a remote and backward place, but the environment went without saying. It was a place where Immortals cultivated.
Tang Wen's men arrived at three in the afternoon.
Chu Zhao had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Tang Wen, he said,"there's a guerilla from the military office called 'ding Zhendong'. Lord Zhao is accompanying him."
"Guerilla is a secondary rank 3 official. What's the matter with him coming down?" Tang Wen asked.
"I'm not sure about that. That's good. Let's go in quickly. I'm afraid he'll leave again." Chu Zhao shook his head.
