Shenshi, the fierce wind blew.
The Xuanping Marquis and fifty thousand imperial troops launched a strong attack on the north city gate.
Six Liang Country war chariots, shielded by shields, charged through the arrow rain and stone strikes from the city tower, ramming into the tightly closed city gate one after another.
This city gate had been violently struck a month ago, just repaired a few days prior, and now it was hit again.
Behind the city gate, the Jin soldiers held their spears firmly in readiness.
"How did they ram through so quickly? Did we make a mistake somewhere?" a Jin soldier asked.
When they attacked Pu City before, from the moment the attack horn sounded to the actual ram into the city gate, it took at least two-quarters of an hour. They deployed six war chariots, four of which were smashed by the giant stones atop the city tower.
No one else could respond to him.
