"Pandemic! It must be a pandemic! We were so close to him, could we have already been infected?"
"Ah! I don't want to die yet! Open the gates! Quickly open the gates and let me out!"
"Let me out! If we were to continue staying in Tianjing City, we'd be infected sooner or later! Open the city gates and let us leave!"
The open space below the city tower was in chaos, with cries, curses, and pleas all mixed together.
At the northern gate, the commander, Song Chongliang, looked down at the scene below with a furrowed brow.
Beside him, his deputy expressed his concern, "Could it really be a pandemic? What should we do?"
Song Chongliang said, "Whether it's a pandemic or not, we must guard the city gate. We can't open the gates for anyone. Once we break this precedent, not only will the Emperor blame us, but others will also cause trouble when they see it."
The deputy nodded in agreement.