The war cries of the Nine Gates Garrison shook the heavens.
They were like a pack of tigers descending the mountain, or wild wolves encountering a flock of sheep. With green glints in their eyes, they charged toward the Directorate of Ceremonial.
This was something Jia Lingyun had not anticipated. Under the command of Qi Tai, the Nine Gates Garrison had been barely sufficient for maintaining public order; they had seemed far too unrefined for genuine warfare. Yet, in the hands of Lan Deyong, these lackluster troops had been forged into a force of death-defying ferocity.
Chapter 116