At that time, even if the defenses on the opposite side were extremely tight, they would surely be exhausted and not fully combat-ready.
Jiangzuo and Jiangyou, responding in concert, suddenly attacked, Yan Beifei would also be as troubled as a swollen head.
...
It rained in the dead of night.
The slightly oppressive heat became much cooler and clearer.
The sky had a bright round moon, hanging high, and in the eastern horizon, amidst the mountains, appeared a faint white line.
Adding a touch of vigor to the deep and silent night.
In the camp of Yan Beifei's army, beside the central army tent, Situ Wang held the turtle armor, lying sideways with his clothes on.
Suddenly, this slender old man with a white beard opened his eyes suddenly.
Inside the tent, there was a flash of trepidation in his eyes as he looked at the turtle armor in his hand and hastily lit the candle.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that at some point, an additional line had appeared on the piece of armor.
