The inner city.
Xu Pingzhi was riding on a horse, leading 15 riders and 50 Imperial saber guards on foot as they patrolled the streets at a moderate pace.
The Royal sword guards had bows and crossbows on their backs and sabers on their waists. Their expressions were solemn.
The inner city was under martial law, and the people were not allowed to go out. Those who went on the streets without permission were killed without mercy. Since this was to prevent the panic of the people from causing chaos, it was also to prevent the enemy spies from secretly instigating the people and creating chaos.
Even a three-year-old child would not believe that there were no spies of the Yunzhou rebel army in the capital.
"Boss, do you think we can hold the capital? From the sounds of it, the South City seems to have fallen."
A young Royal saber guard said worriedly as he caught up to them on his horse.
Xu Pingzhi was lost in his own world and didn't hear her.
"Boss?"