In the twelfth year of Da Xia, December 29th, the final moments before dawn.
The east, south, and north city gates of Beishuo City began to suffer the first wave of frenzied, bombardment-like arrow rain from the Xia Army.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh......
"Block it, front row raise shields, just block it!"
"Everyone keep your heads down, crouch behind the city wall!"
"Don't move, as long as they don't come close, you don't move."
"Rear ranks loose arrows, slow their charge, move move move!"
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Compared to the smaller south and north gates, the main east gate was undoubtedly taking the most terrifying attack at this moment. Atop the city wall, dozens of armored officers were moving along the inner side of the formation, constantly barking sharp orders.
