The armies of the vassal kings surged toward the city walls like a tidal wave, their main force converging beneath the towering Vermilion Bird Gate, swearing to take the capital in one fell swoop.
Yet, thirty thousand elite troops appeared as if descended from the heavens, casting an inescapable gloom over the two vassal kings. For days, the capital had remained as secure as a fortress of bronze and iron; the attacks of the vassal kings had been repeatedly thwarted, and tens of thousands of their soldiers had already become loyal souls beneath the yellow earth. To pit such a meager remnant against these heavenly troops was like throwing eggs against a rock. Moreover, atop the walls, the one-hundred-thousand-strong Capital Garrison stood firm as a forest of spears and arrows, swearing to live or die with the city.
Prince Qi looked back and saw the reinforcements—which had appeared from thin air—winding like a giant dragon, his heart filled with undisguised terror.
Chapter 75