"Expecting those obsequious and derelict officials to send troops to support Dasheng Pass is as useless as asking a tree for fish, isn't it, Brother Li?"
Another voice chimed in: "The soldiers are stationed in Nanjing, it's not their responsibility if something happens. At worst, they would be reprimanded for a missed opportunity. But if they agree to leave the city to rescue, they would be accountable for any mishaps."
Zhuang Zhicheng's face grew even more gloomier after listening.
When the tomb of Han was breached, hundreds of thousands of ghostly army plagued Jingying. In the aftermath, only the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing, Qintian Bureau and the Zongbing of Dasheng Pass would bear the blame.
Li Chengji turned to look behind him, gratitude visible as he saluted: "I appreciate your show of righteousness and aid, old Zhang!"
