Fan Ji'ao turned his gaze to the breathless Wa Keluo and said proudly, "What's the rush? Let's first observe the situation. If your soldiers are defeated, it's not too late for us to charge. Besides, look, your soldiers are full of morale; we are sure to win this battle."
Wa Keluo snorted darkly, his face turning iron blue with anger, holding his breath and thinking to himself that once he captured the stronghold, he would deal with him properly.
When all the soldiers had rushed to the city gates, the gates suddenly brightened, with flames shooting into the sky. Even in the pitch-black night, the flames shone as bright as daylight. At that moment, the soldiers of Luo Kingdom on the city walls lifted boulders and hurled them down fiercely towards the base of the walls. The wails of agony, the sound of the terrified horses galloping, accompanied by hisses of the neighing, were ear-piercing.
