Feng Yun stood outside the door for a moment.
In the night, the sky was high and distant, and the cold crows cried clearly.
Platoons of soldiers clad in armor and holding sharp weapons ran past her, and occasionally, a burst of fire rose in the distance—the rockets of the Qi Army trying to shoot into the city. The fire soared halfway into the sky before breaking apart and scattering like fireworks in the dark night, clear enough to see from such a distance...
"Miss," Xiaoman, hearing the roaring sounds of the siege coming from different directions, felt as if they were being attacked from all sides and nervously approached Feng Yun.
"Xiaoman is scared..."
If Bingzhou City fell, where would they go?
As women, especially beautiful women, they might be spared from death, but their fate would still be to serve men. Xiaoman did not want that; she missed the life in Changmen, so free and easy...
