The sounds of horns and war drums continued. The sounds of battle, shouts, and wails filled the world.
The messenger shuttled through the battlefield. Every once in a while, he would report the specific situation of the battle to Han Tong, who was behind the camp.
"General, General Song Zhong asked me to tell you that the city gate of Nanling Pass will definitely be broken in 15 minutes."
"Another 15 minutes?" Han Tong was clearly dissatisfied with this speed. He cursed, "What trash."
This time was different from the previous time when they deliberately attacked the morale of Great Xia's soldiers. It was a proper siege. Not to mention 15 minutes, dozens of soldiers died in the blink of an eye.
It had to be known that they still had to continue deeper into Great Xia and attack Chang'an. The more people died now, the harder it would be later.
Han Tong pondered for a moment and raised his hand as if he had made a decision.
