Wang Zheng nodded, and then rushed to various gates in the city, inspecting them one by one.

The trenches have been dug again, deer's feet and the like have been planted, and the inner and outer gates and walls have been repaired to eighty or ninety percent.

Depending on the situation, it will take at most two or three days to basically return to its previous rock-solid state.

The sentry came to report for the third time today. Everything was calm and nothing unusual happened.

I wonder what is happening to Langya now.

With something on his mind, Wang Zheng looked up and saw that the weather today was extremely gloomy.

The scene in the afternoon was as dark as late at night.

Above the sky, dark clouds piled up, thick and heavy, as if they were solidified and could not be blown by the wind.

As if sensing Wang Zheng's gaze, the dark clouds began to sink wantonly, visible to the naked eye.

It is thickening bit by bit, and inch by inch it is getting closer to the tower.

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city. Is the city about to be destroyed?"

After muttering an eternal poem about the future in a low voice, Wang Zheng sneered, stared at it for a while, and suddenly said to the surrounding guards: "This cloud is really ugly, what do you think?"

If General Tiangong says he is ugly, then of course he is ugly!

Everyone on the guard side nodded in agreement, even though they, former countrymen, liked this scene the most.

After all, it is spring, and the sky is gloomy, which indicates that rain will fall, and spring rain is as precious as oil.

"You're just ugly."

Wang Zheng raised his head again, looked at it and said, "Why do you want to hinder my eyes?"

"It's really annoying!"
Chapter completed!