Feng Yun walked to the parapet.
Bingzhou had no barbican, so standing here, one could see the situation outside the city clearly.
The drawbridge had been raised since yesterday, and everywhere one looked there were pits created by stone projectiles. The traces of war were truly alarming.
From the parapet, one glance would take in the water of the moat, which was quite wide, about two zhang away from the city wall—a distance precisely calculated. If too narrow, it wouldn't protect the wall; if too wide, it would create a large gap between the inner edge of the moat and the base of the wall, providing easy access for the enemy's large siege engines. Thus, the design of Bingzhou City's defenses was actually quite flawless.
Feng Yun glanced at Pei Jue once more.
Choosing Bingzhou, others said he was crawling into a jar, taking a step that led to a dead end...
Was this truly not a deliberate choice on his part?
