The night was deep.
Yet Bingzhou City was ablaze with light, as bright as day.
The cacophony of assaulting yells, curses, and noisy clamor echoed to the heavens.
The Qi Army had brought in heavy equipment, launching massive stone bullets from outside the city. Some fell into the Moat, splashing water with a thud, while others struck the city walls, creating craters and making a terrifyingly loud noise.
The horror was imaginable.
Xiaoman watched as Feng Yun was about to leave the house, afraid she might impulsively go to the frontline.
"Miss, please don't go."
Feng Yun looked down at the girl tugging at her sleeve and smiled, "I'm going to find Medical Officer Puyang to see if there's any place we can lend a hand."
There were only two medical officers in the camp.
One was Puyang Jiu, and the other was a doctor with the surname Liu, a quack who could treat some external injuries—everyone just called him Old Liu.
The rest was self-aid for the wounded.
