Late at night!
In the wengcheng on the city wall, the charcoal fire burned quietly, dispersing the chill of the autumn night.
The copper pot was boiling. Li Miaozhen soaked the blood-stained sweat towel in the warm water and gently washed it. The copper Basin instantly turned red.
"What, what is going on? if he continues to bleed like this, he won't make it through the night!"
Zhang Kaitai paced back and forth in the hall anxiously.
The other generals were either sitting, standing, or scratching their ears and cheeks, frowning in anxiety, but they were helpless.
After Zhang Kaitai brought Xu Qi back to the top of the city wall, he was already unconscious. He was barely breathing. He tore his clothes to check his wounds. Everyone was shocked. There was not a single part of his body that was intact. He was covered in cracks.
Blood seeped out of the cracks on the porcelain.
