Heavy Rain

"I will personally lead an army to attack the south gate! The rest of you will focus your main assault on the north gate, while the others launch feint attacks!"

"We must take Taiyuan before this weather changes!"

Guo Rong gave his orders in a deep voice.

Hearing his arrangements, all the generals answered in unison, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

The entire Great Zhou Army swiftly sprang into action, shifting formations.

Heavy forces gathered in the north and south, while decoy troops appeared in abundance elsewhere, leaving the Northern Han defenders on the city wall unable to tell what was happening. Before they could react, fierce assaults struck north and south with the speed of thunder, too swift to cover one's ears!

For three days straight.

Just as Northern Han was about to collapse, torrential rain descended from the heavens!

Outside the whole of Taiyuan, the land had become a vast watery marsh.

Not only were the roads muddy and treacherous, but the soldiers' movements were also hampered by the downpour. They simply could not effectively assault the city.

"Damn Heaven!"

Guo Rong furiously cursed. "Could it be that a mere Shatuo Han like him is truly meant to survive?"

He raised his head to watch the pouring rain, his heart choking with frustration.

"Guo Rong!"

Someone called out to him from behind.

Guo Rong froze.

He abruptly turned around. Upon seeing Verdant Green Maiden standing there beneath an umbrella, his expression turned astonished.

"...Master?"

Guo Rong hurried over to Verdant Green Maiden.

Looking at the faint weariness between her brows, he opened his mouth. Yet in the end, a thousand words became only one address.

"Master!"

"I..."

"Do you feel wronged?"

Verdant Green Maiden asked.

Guo Rong nodded.

Wronged!

He felt terribly wronged!

Northern Han had been on the verge