At dawn, under the walls of Qingzhou City, countless soldiers of Yan Country were already holding long knives, standing ready, just waiting for Rong Heng's command to begin the siege.
The cold winter sunrise shone on the soldiers' black armor, casting a faint glow.
Rong Heng surveyed the crowd, his voice calm and serene, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"Siege."
Amidst the urgent and thunderous drumbeats, the first batch of Yan Country soldiers orderly pushed the siege machines towards Qingzhou City's gates.
Rong Heng lifted his head, squinting his eyes, looking at the figure clad in golden armor atop the city wall.
Though the distance was vast and countless flags separated them, he couldn't clearly see the Golden Armor General's face but knew it was Wei Junzhuo.
The walls of Qingzhou City were tall, surrounded by a moat, easy to defend and hard to attack. The Wei Army had occupied it for over half a month, constantly reinforcing its defenses.
