The night is as dark as ink that cannot be stirred.
Outside Yumenguan, the cold wind blew up the sand particles and scratched my face like a knife.
The soldiers guarding the gate were all huddled in the shabby tents. In their dreams, they might see the smoke from their hometowns or the smiling faces of their wives and children, but they were more afraid of going to the battlefield the next day.
What can I say, after leaving Yumen Pass, life or death is unpredictable. This is no small matter.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle split the night sky, and then there was a heart-wrenching cry: "The enemy is coming for a sneak attack! Those bastards from Beirong are coming!"
