At four o'clock in the morning.
Under the pitch-black night sky, only a single cluster of flames originally flickered at the peak of Er Lang Mountain, swaying in the blowing wind to dispel the cold and desolation of the night. But suddenly, just as the warriors shouted about an enemy attack, over a hundred torches materialized out of the darkness. In an instant, they spread with the momentum of a Xinghuo prairie fire!
Obviously, this was a premeditated ambush—a sudden night raid. It was by no means a fair reconnaissance, nor was it a friendly, peaceful greeting!
"The enemy is advancing upwards in a circular encirclement! Visually estimating no less than a hundred and fifty people! Form up and find cover to fight!"
