Chapter 227

The deepest darkness before dawn was torn apart by the towering flames raging outside the city. Two decades-thousand iron cavalrymen of Wuliangha resembled an awakening black tide, pitching a sprawling camp three miles north of Canglang City. The campfire blazed like the eyes of bloodthirsty beasts, densely packed and reflecting the sparse snowflakes drifting across the sky. A dull, rolling thunder of battle drums pierced the biting cold wind, beating one stroke after another into the heart of every defender on the city wall, causing the earth to tremble slightly in response.