The twelfth year of Great Xia, December 30, midnight
One mile south of East Valley City.
Hoo...
Forty black military tents stood firm against the wind, clustered around a wooden observation tower dozens of meters high. At the top of the tower, a large black-golden banner flapped furiously in the gale.
The large golden character "Xia" on the flag shone brilliantly under the strong torchlight, exceptionally dazzling.
At the top of the tower, five soldiers clad in Lei Kui Golden Armor gazed into the distance while idly chatting.
"Tiandu, I've heard that our Central Army might not need to fight; we just need to keep watch on East Valley City to prevent the fifty thousand soldiers inside from moving,"
Hearing Meng Tian's words, Fu Tiandu's expression froze, then showed a hint of urgency as he asked, "How could that be? Hasn't Commander Xiang already brought ten thousand troops over? East Valley is just a small city; surely we can capture it?"
