Inside City Gate Castle.
The soldiers of the garrison have all assembled.
"Sir, everyone is here!"
Song Dashan walked into the main hall to report.
Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard and nodded, saying: "Go close the gates and watch them; no one is allowed to leave!"
"Yes, sir!" replied Song Dashan.
Soon, the heavy wooden door closed with a piercing squeak, and Song Dashan, along with ten soldiers, stood on horseback behind the door, sweeping their icy gaze over the nearly a thousand soldiers in the drill ground.
The drill ground inside City Gate Castle wasn't large; the nearly a thousand soldiers standing in it seemed a bit crowded.
However, at this time, no one cared about the congestion. Most of them were looking at the main hall with trepidation, as if waiting for judgment.
No, it was not as if; they were indeed waiting for judgment.
"Please bring Bazong Xu Lu and Bazong Han Cheng in!"
Yang Zhenshan instructed the soldiers beside him.
