Ye Changan huddled at the corner of the underground wine cellar with red eyes, biting the steamed bun in his hand fiercely. He had been trapped in the wine cellar for two days, and he had eaten half of the food he had brought, and there was no water.
Suddenly there were loud noises from above, rumbling, and even the wine cellar below was shaking. Ye Changan knew that there was another fight above, but this time the number of people was obviously much larger than before. The sound of weapons and trebuchets made Ye Changan below tremble with fright, and he even became careful when breathing. He could even hear thousands of people fighting. The rustling sound of Wanli arrows piercing through the wind... After an hour, the sound gradually became fainter, and finally fell into silence. Ye Changan exhaled a long breath with dull eyes, and his whole body collapsed with this breath. After a long time, he came back to his senses, bitten the remaining half of the bun bitterly, and the two tears that were held in his eyes flowed down together with the snot...