Even Yu Wenqian, standing behind her, seemed to feel her tremble slightly.
But said nothing.
Only Yin Changyue next to her rushed to take a look and said, "A trench? Why is there a trench there?"
"Has Mr. Yin forgotten?"
Dai Junliang, standing behind him, said in a deep voice: "The Great General left military orders before he fell ill — close the city gates tightly, dig deep trenches, firmly defend the city, under no circumstances fight outside."
Upon hearing these sixteen words, a trace of astonishment appeared on Yu Wenqian's calm face.
Then, a faint smile surfaced in his clear eyes. When he looked at Shang Ruyi again, there seemed to be a hint of admiration in his gaze.
So, that's how it was.
As Yin Changyue heard this military order, he couldn't help but frown tightly and said: "Dig deep trenches? You dug them here? When did that happen? Why didn't I know?"
"Just a few days ago, at night."
"But digging trenches here, what use is it?"
