The private soldiers of the aristocratic families were far inferior to Liu Bei's garrison soldiers, but the private soldiers had the advantage of striking unexpectedly before they assembled, landing a few sneaky blows here and there. Little by little, they also managed to kill a considerable number of garrison soldiers.
As for the core urban management troops, there wasn't such an issue. Even when they were broken up into teams of five, the shields nurtured to the extreme were not something the private soldiers with simple knives could handle.
"You are courting death!" Mann Chong suddenly appeared in the street, roaring as if in a rage, with a sword in his grip, clad in a thick silk robe. He burst forth and with a single stroke of his sword disemboweled a private soldier, then followed with a kick to the chest of another private soldier opposite him.
