บท 174: To What Ends?

There was a faint rumbling sound in the distance, like a dull thunder, shaking the vast land of Jinyang Pass.

Then a beam of fire soared into the sky, tearing apart the dark night sky instantly, and illuminating Yang Yiting's calm eyes.

This was the signal to attack!

Wen Ren Yuan and Cao Xun had already led forty thousand elite cavalry to launch a strong attack on Licheng at the moment the flames blazed.

The wind helped the fire, and the flames on the horizon became stronger and stronger, and finally evolved into a monstrous whirlfire.

The sound of hooves, the sound of killing, the sound of weapons, the sound of screams, all traveling to the listening ears. Yang Yiting seemed to be able to smell the aura of blood wafting in the air.

One could imagine how tragic this battle was. This night was destined to be a sleepless night and a night of total combats.

Yang Yiting stood quietly on the tower. One stop was one night.