Mr. Sun stared abruptly at Shen Qing.
The look on his face was comical—his eyes and mouth were wide open, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Song Xingzhi couldn't help but curse, "Damn! So that King Yun acts all high and mighty, but he's really just a fool for love!"
Of those present, perhaps only Shen Qing understood his slang, but that didn't stop the others from guessing its meaning.
Liu Zhao couldn't resist glancing at Shen Qing, but the situation was urgent. This was no time for gossip. He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Go and summon all the deputy generals! I want to see every single one of them within half an hour!"
Fifty thousand Daliang soldiers were already hard enough to deal with.
Now, Daliang's King Yun had actually come in person. With him commanding the battle and no reinforcements in sight, Liu Zhao wasn't sure how many days he could hold Xizhou.
This was... the worst possible scenario!
