At this moment, South-Garrison Pass.
Woo—The long-drawn horn sounds pierced through the sky.
Mixing within were the ceaseless sounds of the gong and drum.
Yet these blood-boiling drum and horn sounds could still not obscure the clashing noises of battle inside and outside the city walls.
The shouts in Barbarian and Wei languages were chaotic and cluttered, covering this majestic strong pass extending over a hundred miles.
On the pass, each soldier brandished their weapons with ferocious expressions.
The arrows whistled, shields thudded, and wherever the blade's edge pointed, there followed the tearing sound of flesh and blood bursting open.
Comrades fell into puddles of blood beside them, but they had no time to grieve, only to fight more desperately.
Below the city walls.
Barbarian Warriors carried giant shields and repeatedly charged up the scaling ladders, only to be repelled time and again.
