"Wait a bit longer." Cold sweat beaded Su Xinyi's palm, but there was no trace of fear on her face. She continued to stare resolutely at the enemy's tents.
Seeing the calm demeanor of the girl, the anxiety in Zhan Qiao's heart subsided.
He was worried about Yunxiang Guard being attacked by the enemy. But now he thought, seeing that the attack was not successful, there's still time to wait.
Su Xinyi remained crouched motionless, her eyes fixed on the enemy ahead. She saw that the enemy was starting to light fires to cook, gathered in small groups, looking dispirited. After all, another failed attempt to besiege the city had dampened their morale.
Su Xinyi watched as their fires were lit, and soon the aroma of mutton wafted over to them on the wind from the large pot on the side of the enemy soldiers.
Seeing the enemy preparing to eat, Su Xinyi immediately said, "Ignite!"
