The gates fell, and the drawbridge rose, trapping the armored soldiers from Terdun who had breached the city gates in a deathtrap.
The crisp clash of steel blades pierced through the sound of horse hooves, carrying far into the distance; flashes of fire intermittently flickered within the city, likely the red flames of gunshot.
"There must be interlocking walls inside the city," the man by the fire said, his face showing displeasure, "Where are those who pledged their allegiance? Bring him over!"
Without another word, the archer quickly led his men to look for Red Dog.
Old Translator, not particularly surprised, sat steadily on his horseback, observing the battle, and confidently stated, "It seems that those defending the city indeed don't have many troops; otherwise, they wouldn't resort to such risky tactics."
The Hundred-Men Squad leading the assault were ambushed, making the situation seem unfavorable for the people of Terdun.