"I've heard that the northern front has suffered a series of defeats; it's possible that the fighting could permeate this area soon."
"Oh? Hasn't the son of the Great Western General been dispatched there already? I heard that even Prince Huai has gone, and yet they can't defeat the barbarians from the north?"
"It's not as easy as you think; the barbarians, each one raised on horseback, are incredibly brave. Unless... no, the War God is no more, there's no hope for a rebirth. All we can do is hope that the Dajin Dynasty is blessed."
"What if we continue to lose ground? Wouldn't the oncoming forces penetrate the Capital City?"
"There's no assurance, but if they attack here, we would have to flee to the south."
"Tch, the south is teeming with people already, how many more can it hold? We'll starve sooner or later."
"The south has more mountains. Who knows, maybe we can hold our ground? At that point, we'll live off the mountains, set up camp and forage for food every day."
