A shroud of death already blanketed the western outskirts of Yelang City. A crescent moon climbed slowly into the eastern horizon.
Zhao Lie gazed doubtfully at King of Dong's forces ahead. Because the western outskirts were wide open, offering virtually no cover save for two earthen slopes on the left and right, the terrain stretched out almost endlessly. Given such geography, the defensive side led by Zhao Lie had no natural barriers to rely on.
Cāng Hán, in particular, felt his heart leap into his throat. The disparity in strength between the two sides was massive, with the enemy outnumbering them three to one. Furthermore, the five hundred recruits had never set foot on a battlefield; let alone killing a man and seeing blood, some of them probably hadn't even slaughtered a chicken.
Chapter 100