"Now, with the city's provisions exhausted, I give you one last half day. If you do not open the city gates and surrender, you will have no choice but to await being trampled by a hundred thousand Iron Cavalry!"
The ultimatum was issued.
Then came Xu Wencai and others taking turns to persuade them to surrender, invoking "comradeship" and "why the haste to turn on one another."
The soldiers defending the city within all wore solemn expressions on their faces.
By noon, the sound of the war drums rose, mixing with the Heavenly Thunder. The dim Heavenly Dome occasionally lit up with flashes of lightning, illuminating the Rebel Army's formations arrayed outside the city, inevitably striking fear into the hearts and making the atmosphere all the more tense and oppressive.
There, a rider in a white robe on a White Horse led a Vanguard Army of two thousand, ready to take the lead and personally storm and scale the city walls first.
"Humming roar—"
