A rough roar exploded in his ears, and Mu Galen subconsciously curled up to avoid a flying broken arrow. He looked up and saw flags dancing wildly under the city wall. Soldiers in black armor were frantically attacking the crumbling city gate. The Chu troops on the city tower were in ragged clothes and disheveled faces. They were holding rusty swords and barely resisting. Many of them were already stained. Blood flowed down the cracks in the city bricks, mixing with rainwater to form a dark red stream.
