The atmosphere on the battlefield seemed to have frozen; seasoned warriors knew that behind this deadly stillness often lay a forthcoming bloody battle.
"Golden Blade Mojie" Ali Dai Yi gazed at the Beamon formation while nearby, Liu had also taken his stand behind the allied formation, using a makeshift platform built from wagons and scouring the Desert People's crude rampart walls with his Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass. A tiny parrot perched on his shoulder, dozing off with each nod.
That blasted half-circle earthwork was shaped like an eggshell, bulging slightly in the center, with the remaining walls receding in an extremely tight arc. This made it a bit tricky for Liu, the offensive commander, to manage——the protruding part of the wall and the cutting arc would naturally divide the Beamon warriors into two separate points of attack.
