The drums outside the fort sounded thrice.
The general assault was about to be launched.
"Charge out."
Zhou Ping'an let out a long cry, accompanied by the thundering explosion of the general's drum atop the fortress wall.
The fort gates opened wide, the drawbridge fell, and five thousand cavalrymen extended into a long snake formation, roaring out.
Behind them, ten thousand infantrymen followed slowly.
Riding on tall horses, Yan Bing and Fang Sheng each had a child tied behind them. For them, such a weight was negligible. Instead, it was safer to keep them close than to leave them inside the fort, worrying about a stealth attack from Su Pengju, a disciple of the Cloud Water Sect.
As for Zhou Ping'an, he was dressed in Bright Armor, draped in a great cloak, serving as the spearhead, pressing forward with restrained speed.
There was no confrontation or shouting.