The sky had turned completely pitch-black by now, illuminated only by the torches and the unextinguishable burning kerosene beneath the city walls. Li Tong could clearly see the situation on the walls.
Seeing yet another assault on the city walls, with the entire city teetering on the brink of collapse, Li Tong no longer hesitated. He immediately led a reserve corps that had been held back all this time and pressed forward decisively. After several failed attempts to capture the city, he'd already figured out that victory hinged on a decisive blow of overwhelming force.
"Finally making a move, are they?" Fa Zheng, observing the three clusters of flames gathering together on the western city walls of Xiapi City, chuckled lightly and turned to look at the silent death soldiers beside him. "Even if our command banner is snapped and I fall, none of you should turn back. Do you see that banner? I want it slashed down."
