Ours!

Finally, it was the nineteenth of the tenth month.

Since evening, Yutang’s military had come from every direction possible, to gather at the southern gate of Tiantang City.

The sight was akin to rivers of steel flowing endlessly towards the ocean.

All of them wore solemn faces and shiny armor, their military uniforms clean and spotless. All these rough men had cleaned themselves up to appear neat and tidy; most of the soldiers had even shaved their beards.

On a spacious piece of land near the southern gate, they halted their steps simultaneously and checked themselves again cautiously. Beyond their clothes and shoes, they had even wiped the dust off their warhorses’ hooves.

Only after straightening themselves up did they form organized formations and head towards the assigned campsite.