In Wanyang County City, the streets hardly showed any civilians anymore, especially the closer one got to the West City, the more deserted it became.
Not far from the West City, at the entrance of a grain and flour shop, more than ten people were gathered together, each holding a bag of grain in their hands. They had clearly just finished their shopping and were chatting idly.
Despite it being idle chatter, it was clear to see on their faces, both the shopkeeper's and the customers', a certain paleness, and from time to time, they would turn their heads to look in the direction of the West City gate, their worry unmistakable.
"The noise seems to have stopped, do you think they've held on?"
"Who knows, it's been three days, I bet all the city's defenders must have been wiped out by now!"
"I heard just yesterday that this time Yongzhou has sent over an army of more than a hundred thousand from the Demon Sect. With such numbers, Wanyang County won't be able to hold on for long."
