On the city walls, the rain poured down heavily.
The peasants lit torches, braving the downpour to repair the walls, piling up corpses like mountains in the open space between the first low wall and the main wall, waiting for the skies to clear to pour oil and burn them.
Soldiers, faces weary, yawned as they stood guard under the tower.
Today's battle was a great test of the fighting will of both attackers and defenders.
In just a day, the casualties of the defenders reached a horrific one thousand two hundred, which is already a tenth of the total forces. If it were a field battle, the outcome might have already been decided.
After a day, everyone was thoroughly exhausted, retreating inside the walls under the cover of rain, barely grabbing a meal before falling into a deep sleep.
Losa sat inside the tower, silently watching the enemy camp in the distance, where it gradually quieted down, stretching endlessly, without any visible borders.
