As time wore on, carried by struggles and resolve, the sky gradually began to lighten.
By now, the station had been mostly burned down, and both the city walls and gates had been destroyed.
Meanwhile, both sides had nearly exhausted their supply of arrows. Our side had run out of arrows, even those shot at us by the enemy had been fired back. Under such fierce attacks, arrows were easily damaged.
But the enemy was in a slightly better position, as the bandits had anticipated attacking the station and brought more supplies with them.
Even so, their remaining arrows were not plentiful and they could not sustain the battle much longer.
Both sides understood that the final battle was probably about to begin. After a night's rest and reorganization, the bandits, who had been on the verge of collapse the night before, had finally returned to normal.
Scattered and mixed with other groups, their situation had nonetheless improved.