With a full belly and a good night's sleep, one would have a few more chances of survival when disaster looms.
Feng Yun lay on a cot scented with the aroma of smiling lotuses.
She was covered with a newly changed red wedding quilt, an unfamiliar feeling.
She couldn't sleep.
In her mind, she saw images of the Qi Army ants-like, swarming over the moat and climbing the city walls, and Pei Jue pierced through the chest by an arrow...
Chills crept over her body.
The warmth of the charcoal fire couldn't fend off the coldness of imagination.
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Hengqu Pass.
Nightfall came, and the mountain winds carried a solemn chill.
Xiao Cheng studied the maps in the Central Military Tent with a very solemn expression.
If the Qi Army did not take Bingzhou in a single stroke, they would surely be widely criticized.
This battle was one in which he could only win, not lose...
"Report—"
A frantic shout came.
Xiao Cheng looked up, "Come in."
