The early morning sun had just risen, and the temperature was pleasant. A few soldiers at the city gate leaned drowsily against the thick rammed earth wall, nodding off.
On top of the city wall, dozens of people patrolled back and forth, not paying much attention.
Due to Xingqing Prefecture sending troops to fight the East Wood Army, the four gates were locked, and the drawbridge was raised. Unlike usual times, the city gates were not opened early to let the rural folk enter.
With the gates raised, each gate had officers guarding, and not far away, in the city, there were Xuanwu and Xianzhen camps ready to provide support at any time. Logically, nothing should go wrong.
These people, whether patrolling soldiers or gatekeepers, did not notice that a dozen or so of their colleagues were slowing down, whispering among themselves with strange glances.
"Senior Brother Hua, do we really have to do this?"
