I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

"Ah!"

Dong Wenfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the steamed bun in his hand, curling his lips in a sneer.

It seems that Magistrate Tong is also afraid of death, so he added sugar to the steamed buns to secretly please him.

Dong Wenfeng raised his eyebrows. If Prefect Tong was sensible, he could spare his life.

There were two large basins with more than 20 steamed buns, and Dong Wenfeng ate of them in one go.

The soft steamed buns tasted better and better as he ate them. If they hadn’t gotten hard on his throat, he could have eaten eight or ten of them.

After eating and drinking, Dong Wenfeng immediately led his elite soldiers to the city gate tower.

No soldiers came to report the whole night last night, so the soldiers all had a good night's rest.

Now that he is well fed and well-drinking, he will surely kill Xiao Yunzhan without leaving a single piece of armor behind...

......

"Sir~"

The master pulled on Prefect Tong's arm and said, "The man has left."

"Well, I see it."

Prefect Tong, who was lying on his back and looking through the crack of the prefectural yamen gate, took a deep breath and straightened up.

The first time he kneaded the dough and steamed buns, he let the guy named Dong eat them. This bastard was lucky to have such a good meal, and it was worth his hard work for a whole night.

Thinking of the disgusting steamed bun entering Dong Wenfeng's mouth, all the hard work and fatigue of last night were instantly swept away.

The master who was squatting below and also leaning on the crack of the door looking outside also stood up.

The master raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Sir, Mr. Dong asked us to send two buckets of water at noon. Where is the water in the mansion?"

The expression on the master's face was very complicated.

On the one hand, I couldn't help gloating when I thought about Dong Wenfeng eating that disgusting steamed bun and kept saying it smelled delicious.

On the one hand, I was very worried because I couldn't get two buckets of water out at noon, and I didn't know what kind of crazy thing that guy named Dong would do.

"What a fart!"

Tong Zhifu shook off the dirt on his sleeves and snorted coldly.

"He has no time to come back at noon. The rebels are already at the city gates. How dare he slack off?"

"The rebels won't choose to attack at noon when the sun is glaring, but that doesn't mean they won't keep an eye on Dong Wenfeng near the city gate."

At this point, Tong Zhifu frowned slightly.

"Let's change into the clothes of the yamen servants and go to the city gate tower to take a look."

“.....Change...into...the clothes of a yamen runner?” The legal advisor looked at Magistrate Tong in confusion.

Who is the think tank's advisor? He seems to be a little short of brains lately.

In the past, he was the one who gave advice to Prefect Tong, but now their roles have been swapped.

Tong Zhifu glanced at the master and curled the corners of his lips.

"To prevent Dong Wenfeng from seeing us and ordering us around, and also to prevent him from using us as a shield."

Dong Wenfeng has always had a bad reputation and is considered an unkind and unjust person.

Especially now that he has personally experienced it, he feels that the rumors were an understatement.

Dong Wenfeng is not only an unkind and unjust person, but also an inhuman person.

"...Okay." The master thought for a moment and realized that Tong Zhifu's concerns were necessary. "I will go find some clothes right away."

After a while, two bailiffs came out of the prefectural government office and hurried to the city gate...

.......

"General, the rebels are stationed just one kilometer away."

Wei Gao, a soldier who had eaten the steamed buns given by Dong Wenfeng in the morning, followed Dong Wenfeng with a flattering look on his face, raising his hand to point at the dark mass of rebels in the distance.

The sesame cake, which was as hard as a rock, was really hard to swallow, so he decided to get closer to Dong Wenfeng and try to leave a good impression so that he could reward him with a steamed bun at noon.

Dong Wenfeng put his hands behind his back, frowned, and looked sharply at the rebels not far away.

It’s only one kilometer away, which is not far at all. It doesn’t even take a cup of tea to get to the city gate.

It’s not close at all. The range of bows and arrows is not enough to reach these rebels.

He could only watch the rebels rest and eat in front of him.

Dong Wenfeng clenched his back teeth in anger.

He placed his clenched hands on the wall of the city gate tower and glanced down at the traps he had dug at the city gate below.

These traps restricted his ability to lead his troops to attack, and he could only passively wait for the rebels to attack.

"Xiao... Wei... go inform Prefect Tong and ask him to bring lunch for the soldiers."

"Also, go to my room and get 20 steamed buns."

Dong Wenfeng turned and looked at Wei Gao.

"By the way, let the soldiers bring up more stones, the more the better..."

If so many rebels were to climb up using ladders, the stones on the city wall would not be enough.

He didn't know whether there were 300,000 rebels, but looking at the dark mass, there should be 70,000 or 80,000.

There are less than 30,000 people on his side, including the soldiers guarding the city.

However, one elite soldier is worth ten ordinary soldiers, so the number of people on both sides is about the same.

What's more, the walls of Shiquan City are high enough, and it is famous for being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Moreover, those rebels were just a group of refugees, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

"Yes!" Wei Gao responded happily and quickly went down the city wall.