The bleak horn sound rang through the sky. Hu Zhongyuan instinctively woke up from his sleep, shaking his head as he walked out to the building on top of the stone castle.
After a few months, it had become a habit. Even if he heard drums by his ear in the day, he could fall asleep. Once the sun fell, he would wake back up.
Along the way, there were numerous warriors lining up and heading to the city walls in an orderly manner, under their generals.
They were all new soldiers who rushed over in the past two days. However, after the battle last night they didn't look as lost as before.
Their eyes were still filled with terror and fear.
Hu Zhongyuan shook his head, standing at the tower with his machete drawn.
Looking out at the battlefield from here, one could see that the ninety-odd remaining stone castles were all prepared for battle.