Although there were only more than 200 people willing to go out of the city to fight due to the huge reward, it was enough.
As long as someone can throw a torch onto the grain pile in Qinghe, Pan Liangyong will make a fortune.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Pan Liangyong calculated the time. Logically, the suicide squad should have been lurking outside Qinghe’s camp by now. He wondered if they had a smooth entry.
I guess he felt it was not good to make his boss worry for too long.
The suicide squad quickly answered Pan Liangyong's question.
As the Qinghe camp became agitated, several fire dragons composed of torches quickly gathered in one direction after a short period of chaos.
At the same time, several beams of light, seemingly from unknown sources, shot out from Qinghe's arrow tower. From a distance, they looked like the eyes of God, illuminating a certain place as if it were a white ground.
As a military general, Pan Liangyong did not believe in any ghosts or gods.
But the guards beside him sat on the ground in a daze, pointing at the beams of light and muttering, "It must be a demonic spell."
Then they crawled towards the city, leading a lot of people along. Although seeing the light column in the middle of the night made many people weak in the knees, it did not hinder their biological instinct, which was to stay away from things they were afraid of.
Seeing that Qinghe had invented something that made the arrow tower glow, but looking at the light beams sweeping everywhere and flickering, it didn't look like a god was summoned to earth, so Pan Liangyong concluded that this thing he didn't understand was at most a new gadget made by the Qinghe people, just like their crystal.
Pan Liangyong strode forward towards his personal soldiers, drew his sword, and sheathed it in one go.
It can be seen that Pan Liangyong's martial arts are indeed extraordinary.
This can be seen from the fact that the heads of the personal guards were still rolling forward in fear.
Indeed, even if there were gods and monsters in the Qinghe camp several miles away, they would not be able to hurt them, but the commander's sword could really kill people, and the soldiers quickly calmed down.
Only Pan Liangyong knew that the morale of the troops defending the city had been broken and the death squad that had rushed out would never come back.
Although he didn't know how the suicide squad was discovered, it didn't matter. What mattered was that darkness was no longer a cover for the defenders to raid the camp.
If reinforcements don’t arrive, I’m afraid this city will be impossible to defend.
But bad news usually comes with good news.
In order to suppress the soldiers and prevent them from collapsing at the first moment, Pan Liangyong patrolled the city wall in armor all night. Finally, at dawn, someone came to report that a letter had been received by carrier pigeon, and the reinforcements had arrived!
Diagram of a defensive line consisting of trenches and barbed wire
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