Zhuo Ming stood at the front of the formation, throwing his head back and roaring towards the top of the city wall. Yet despite his utmost efforts, the ramparts remained utterly motionless, as though no one could hear his furious shouts at all.
This left Zhuo Ming immensely irritated. He felt a burning, searing pain in his throat, but even so, the city wall offered not the slightest response. For a moment, anger surged like a tide within his chest. Staring fiercely at the battlements with wide eyes, he raised his voice once more and shouted, "Has the Holy Dynasty not always vaunted itself as the Celestial Empire, looking down upon our Chen State and wantonly bullying and oppressing us? How is it that now, with the great army of Chen stationed right at your gates, you so-called people of a great nation have all turned into cowards hiding their heads? Are you truly so terrified that you cannot even speak?"
With that, Zhuo Ming extended his right hand and pointed forcefully at the city wall. Cursing as he went, he continued at the top of his lungs, "If you did not know in your hearts that you were in the wrong, with no defense to offer, why else would you remain so tight-lipped? Let me tell you, the Crown Prince of Chen is a ruler of benevolence and virtue who acts in accord with Heaven's will. As long as you open the gates and surrender now, the Crown Prince is merciful and generous and will certainly spare your lives. Otherwise... hmph!"
Chapter 289