As these words were spoken, the soldiers on the city wall cast their gazes toward the army below, which resembled nothing more than a band of beggars.
Though the twilight was thickening, the general state of the troops was clearly visible. Aside from their bedraggled appearances, there were only a handful of baggage carts. Where were the promised disaster relief supplies?
The air was filled with a strange atmosphere. They didn't look like an army coming to provide aid to the refugees of Yanhu City; if they claimed to be refugees themselves, no one would doubt them.
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