Late at night.
"The General has ordered us to be wary of those bandit troops outside. We must strictly guard the city. Brothers, those bandit troops outside won't last long. There's still half a year's worth of grain stored in the city. As long as we hold out for two months, reinforcements will surely arrive."
"Yes."
"Yes."
On the walls of Deng County, the officer in charge of defense patrolled back and forth. Many soldiers wore cloth armor, with some even being children, looking to be only fourteen or fifteen, their small bodies clad in oversized clothes, appearing quite "comical".
Suddenly, several figures flashed through the night, and the patrolling soldier looked back.
"Strange, I think I saw someone flash by just now."
"Don't talk nonsense, there's no one here..."
The soldier in the front turned his head and said, but before he could finish, a sharp blade pierced through his throat...
"There's an atta..."
Crack.
