The east was just beginning to show the pale light of dawn, but the night had not fully receded, merely hinting that dawn was approaching.
In the darkness, accompanied by low growling, the rumbling of a swift charge sounded, moving from far to near.
A middle-aged general in a red lock armor solemnly stared at the shadows surging beneath the city wall and shouted loudly:
"Beat the drums!"
"Woo—"
"Woo—"
"Clang clang clang—"
In an instant, the sound of horns and drums echoed throughout Beixiong Pass.
"Taishan Army, prepare for battle!!"
"Yes!!"
The soldiers, who were already meticulously guarding Beixiong Pass, promptly stood by the city wall, pouring one barrel of water after another down the wall.
Indeed, the soldiers were pouring down not the fire oil from South-Garrison Pass but barrels of ice water deliberately drawn from within the pass.
