Beneath the north gate of Yanmen Pass.
Ever since the great battle began, all the houses had been cleared out. Xiao Mo had temporarily arranged for the people to live elsewhere, while the Northern Wilderness Army's soldiers had been stationed nearby for easier deployment.
That night, before dawn, the Northern Wilderness Army issued an order: all soldiers except those guarding the walls were to gather beneath the north gate.
A soldier named Chen Dong naturally obeyed the order and gathered beneath the north gate early.
Chen Dong sat on the ground resting, taking a sip of water now and then.
It was already the thirtieth day of defending the city.
But there was still no word at all from the Northern Wilderness Army's main force.
Chen Dong didn't know whether the main force would arrive to reinforce them even if he made it through today.
And besides—
Could he really make it through today?
He hadn't eaten for two or three days, and most importantly, he'd heard that the City Protection Array seemed to be on the verge of shattering.
Even an ordinary soldier like Chen Dong knew that the City Protection Array was a city's lifeblood.
"General!"
"General!"
"We pay our respects to the general!"
Just as Chen Dong was growing more and more despairing, the soldiers' voices rang out nearby.
Chen Dong looked up and saw a man in silver-white armor slowly walking toward him.
He instinctively got to his feet, watching as the general drew closer.
His thoughts drifted away, taking him back several months.
At first, when the tens of thousands of them were assigned to General Xiao, Chen Dong heard many old soldiers complaining.
They complained that this so-called "Frost King," the "third son of Prince Zhenbei," was far too young.
Those old soldiers thought