"No way! My lord, we can't go to the South Mansion, you can't stand by and watch us die!"
Someone shouted sorrowfully, followed by others echoing the sentiment.
Not good! Yang Chaoying noticed that these disaster victims were unwilling to go to the South Mansion, and they might use this opportunity to rush into the Prefecture City, as those originally in the back were already pushing towards the city gate.
He steeled his heart and took a few steps back, "Quick! Quickly close the city gate!"
Once the soldiers received the order, they charged forward with long spears, blocking those disaster victims trying to squeeze in, while others pushed the city gate closed.
Yang Chaoying was jumping in urgency here, while Hu Maoshen over at Changtian Prefecture was also in deep distress.
Facing the indignant villagers ahead, Hu Maoshen swallowed hard.
In matters of life and death, the people wouldn't pay him, an official, any regard.
