Glancing at his watch, the Tang Army squad leader in the yard looked up, aware that the artillery barrage was about to begin, and the Tang Army's assault was about to commence.
Indeed, as he stood up and patted the mud off his trousers, the whistling sound of shells began tearing through the sky above him.
According to the intelligence provided by the little boy, the coordinates of the Tang Army's artillery strike were very specific: they avoided areas that might still contain Qi Country civilians, concentrating the bombardment on regions where the enemy Troops were stationed.
The earth shook, and compared to the artillery battery of over a hundred 155mm howitzers, a single person was utterly insignificant.
The heart-wrenching howl of shells ripping through the air involuntarily made the children in the yard cover their ears. They did not cry or shout, which somehow made it all the more heartbreaking.
