Xiabei City's grayish-brown walls loomed like a dormant giant in the dusk.
Banners fluttered wildly atop the ramparts: on one side flew flags embroidered with the Black Bird totem of the Xia Clan, while the other bore the silver moon insignia of the Immortal Valley army. The city gates stood wide open now, though guards patrolled back and forth in strict vigilance.
Chen Kang crouched behind a small hill two miles outside the city, his fingers digging deep into the soil until he grabbed a clenched fistful of dirt. Behind him stood three hundred elite guards of Leizhou, a burning flame of rage smoldering in every man's eyes.
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