Shule Town, Western Main Gate.
The Tang military and civilians were actively preparing for battle. Among them, a red-clad young girl was assisting—none other than Yao Xi, the Saintess of Shule Town.
"Brother Li Qi, be careful with the hot oil on the barbican. Brother Gao San Shi Wu, let me help you carry some quivers."
"No need, I can still handle these myself, hahaha," replied Gao San Shi Wu, a man with dark skin, as he carried bundles of arrows as tall as a small mountain, moving them from the main city wall to the barbican wall.
"Damn it, how is this broken gate supposed to hold off the Tibetan army?
You, you, and you—quickly head to the rear to gather materials from the Iron Mountain and Wood Mountain.
Ugh, this won't do, we're running out of time! Are there any more wooden planks ready from the workshop? Hurry and bring them here!"
