Inside Liaoyang city, Wakda of the Plain Red Banner huddled behind the parapets, trembling. He had heard the Ming Army was about to launch an assault.
Only yesterday evening, he had been in his tent, eating roast meat and humming a tune, when Mandahai suddenly ordered him to defend Liaoyang. The conversation they had was burned into his memory, still echoing in his ears.
"Prince, how many troops will you give me to defend the city?" he had asked.
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