Among them were warriors, heroes, and even women and children. Zhu Zhengbao always told everyone to keep faith, "The Emperor will not abandon us. As long as we persevere, one day we will be redeemed, and the Empire's Army will surely come. In the end, victory will certainly be ours."
Long live Mankind!
This was not only propaganda—it was something he deeply believed in.
Without such belief, how could an old general, over seventy and riddled with injuries and sickness, have held out until now?
Under his guidance, over the past several months, the people had calmed.
In their situation of having nothing, they had established an encampment. Although it was small, and there were only a few hundred thousand of them, and even if a large swarm of Green Skins came, they would still have to run...
But at least, they had sown the seeds; over the past few months, the wheat sprouts had broken through the soil and were almost ready for harvest.
