The next day, the Great Shang army approached the city.
Linhuan Pass was built with the natural defense line of the Huai River at its back, but the other three sides were plains with no natural strongholds for defense.
The Great Shang's army of three hundred thousand soldiers arranged their formation, sprawling for tens of miles. The sound of iron hooves and clanking weapons, along with the roar of orders, vibrated in the air, buzzing in one's eardrums.
Wen Zhong stood atop the city walls and looked into the distance. He saw Huang Feihu riding on the Five-Colored Divine Bull, holding a long spear, his bright silver armor highlighting his heroic and domineering presence.
As Huang Feihu beheld the towering city walls, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
He had heard before that Linhuan Pass had high and thick walls, rivaling even those of Chaoge.
Now, seeing it with his own eyes, it was even more majestic than he had imagined.
