In less than an hour, the five thousand Garrison Army soldiers on the ramparts had suffered over fifty percent casualties, and the survivors were nearing total exhaustion.
A full moon hung high, as if illuminating the most cherished attachments in everyone's hearts.
Baili Moqing sat alone below the city wall, looking up at the woman on the battlements. Her white robes fluttered as she fought in the gloom, resembling a goddess fallen to earth, reveling in the carnage.
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