"I'll stay here and cheer the marshal on."
Zhao Meng took a step back and sat down in a chair, but his fingers tightened around the longsword in his hand.
Hua Mantian's divine sense gazed toward the banks of the eastern moat, where the barbarian army was forcing its way across, and toward the lone Gu Dumu, dressed in black, beneath the city tower.
Jingjing said, "They're crossing the river. They're getting ready to attack."
Zhao Meng sighed. "Too bad we can't leave this place."
Hua Mantian's divine sense searched the darkness for Wang Xian. Only when she spotted the fully armed general atop the city wall did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
She smiled faintly. "Don't be afraid. The good show is about to begin."
With the general here, she was sure Wang Xian was hiding in some corner, too.
She just hadn't expected this fellow to play the devil before the Four Great Sects during the day, then play the pig to devour the terrifying tiger that was the barbarian army by night.
She gazed toward the imperial city.
As if standing right in front of Li Dalu, she murmured to herself, "The battle is about to begin again, right outside Jinling Ferry!"
In the Prince's Manor, Li Dalu looked at Song Tian, who had come to find him in the middle of the night, and sighed softly.
He smiled faintly. "We're sitting here, brewing tea and drinking wine, while everyone in the imperial city is fast asleep..."
Song Tian jumped at that. "Could it be...?"
"That's right!"
Li Dalu smiled faintly. "Strike when they're unprepared. If I were a barbarian general, I'd launch a sudden attack on a special night like this, too."
Damn!
Song Tian's heart gave a hard lurch. *So this battlefield really