Nangong Xin sheathed his sword, his face as dark as an impending storm. He vaulted onto his horse and galloped in pursuit of the main army.
Outside the northern gate, the Beidi Army loomed like a dark, crushing tide.
A hail of arrows rained down from outside the city, striking down garrison soldiers one by one as countless defenders fell in their tracks. Outside the city walls, the Beidi Army had raised scaling ladders, and swarms of enemy soldiers were pressing the assault.
Chapter 83