There is about half an hour left.

The night is getting darker and deeper.

Time passes slowly.

Only the torch still sways in the wind.

Some soldiers were shaking slightly in the cold wind, but from beginning to end, there was little talk in the army.

On the top of the city, the Yuan army had already relaxed a little when they saw that the Song Dynasty imperial guards did not attack for a long time. Some soldiers either squatted or simply lie on their backs.

One night is not so easy to get through.

Before we knew it, the hour of Mao came.

The sound of drums and horns in the military formation outside the city finally resounded.

This sound is abrupt.

The shouting of killing was even more abrupt.

The Song Dynasty imperial soldiers, who seemed to be everywhere, but in fact less than 5,000, rushed to Weizhou City again.

"Get up!"

"Get up for me!"

Such shouts sounded from the top of the city, and the generals kicked the soldiers sleeping on the ground hard.

A grenade launcher wiped his eyes hard, as if he was a little confused, and then he hurriedly filled the bullets and fired fire outside the city.

The sound of cannons was shaking again.
Chapter completed!