"What's going on?" Gu Chengyu looked at the crowd of commoners scattering in front of the city gate; they hadn't even had time to grab the things they'd brought with them, only caring about fleeing in all directions.
Bamboo baskets, bundles, carrying poles and the like were scattered all over the ground at the gate, showing just how hurriedly these people had run.
"Just now it sounded like they were saying an army was attacking, but we don't know whose army. Could it be that the rebels of Da Xing are this rampant, that they've actually fought their way to Wujun Prefecture?"
Ming Yan was also somewhat surprised; after all, there was still a whole Fengqing Prefecture between here and the border! South of Fengqing Prefecture was Zifeng Prefecture—how could they possibly have fought their way here?
Gu Chengyu pondered for a moment. "Perhaps it's not Da Xing's army!"
