Lu Jing's few words carried a thick scent of bloodshed.
Some may find them brutal, but it depends on whose side one stands.
At least to more than ninety percent of the common folk, they are saints of the highest order, with the True Lord hailed as the foremost saint in history.
As for the other saints, what good are they? Did they put food on the table?
Soon, Kou Zhen returned with his troops, wearing soft armor still stained with the fresh blood of enemies, not yet fully dried.
"We've repelled the Tang soldiers," Kou Zhen took off the treasured armor.
This was Mithril Soft Armor, impervious to normal blades and spears.
With Guanzhong under their control, they had become a recognized major force. If they wished to negotiate, even minor rebellion leaders would join them, potentially doubling their territory.
Two hundred miles from Chang'an, inside the Tang army camp, a group drank sullenly.
