"Great King, King City has fallen, already in the hands of the enemy!"
The Hu Clan soldier lay prone on the ground, speaking with an unstable breath.
He was the first to run with the news, but certainly not the last.
Wu Tuo, upon hearing this, felt his head buzzing, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
He plopped down onto the bear-skin covered chair, feeling dizzy and his heart painfully constricting.
King City is gone?
This was an outcome he had never anticipated.
The troops from Beiyuan Town to the south couldn't possibly come from the north, and the eastern Chongshan Town was blocked by Menghe Mountain; even if there were enemies deep within the Royal Court, they shouldn't pose a threat to King City.
The military forces from Longbei Town in the west were weak, and if the Wuliang Hu Clan didn't attack them, it would already be their good fortune.
He had made precautions against any possible enemies around him, and yet the result was the fall of King City.
