Squads of cavalry stood at the southern city gate solemnly. There was a middle-aged scholar whose expression was sanguine as he stood in the middle of the cavalry, observing the hanged body of Zhou Xiu not too far away. Zhou Xiu's severed head as well as his body had begun emitting a foul, disgusting stench after being basked in the hot sun for a few days. The wind carried the foul stench into the nostrils of the scholars of Longdu, causing them to grimace in irritation.4

The middle-aged scholar grit his teeth in frustration, and his face turned darker by the second. "They went too far, way too far. They’re hell bent on shaming the viscount even in death!” 0

"Baron Xian, do we have to enter their capital? I think it’s better if we just leave the war token behind and leave,” whispered one of the cavalrymen into the scholar’s ears.1

Baron Xia sneered. “The grand duke has already made it clear that we must enter...3