In Xunyang City, the soldiers were lying on their backs in exhaustion on the city wall.
Many of them were still injured, but they were all smiling.
It had been more than a month since the Hun army arrived at the border. Not only did they have to starve, but they also had to be afraid all day. This was the first time he felt so relieved.
Although the Hun army outside had only retreated for ten kilometers, it was still a ray of hope for them.
"I was wondering why you gathered the people to set up a net for no reason in the middle of the night. I didn't expect you to be waiting for this." The general who spoke pointed at the net hanging above and gave them a thumbs up. "You're really something."
"We didn't think of that. We had someone to guide us." Meng Jiang waved his hand modestly.
"Oh? When did our city have such an expert?" the man asked curiously.
