Otherwise, his reign as Lord would come to an end.
"They are not bandits, open the city gate, let them in," ordered Ma Hong immediately.
Upon hearing that they were not bandits, the militia breathed a sigh of relief.
They quickly opened the city gate.
The city gate was opened.
It was only when Fang Hao's group entered the city that Ma Hong realized the seriousness of the situation.
The once glittering guard squad was now distinctly disheveled.
Many were wounded, and some had even died.
Some had dented armor, some still had arrows lodged in their bodies.
They looked like defeated fugitives.
Upon seeing Fang Hao in the group, Ma Hong immediately approached him, "Lord Fang Hao, was your group attacked?"
Although Fang Hao looked reasonably okay, just weary from the journey, it was evident from his expression that he was suppressing his anger.
"Let's go to your lord's mansion to talk. Have someone close the city gates and strengthen the patrol," Fang Hao said.