The long-ringing bell was heavy and hurried, like the Yellow River flowing ceaselessly from east to west.
Chen Ji stood in the courtyard listening to the bell, then abruptly turned his head towards the distance, just to see one flag after another of the border army slowly falling on the ramparts, as if the city itself was collapsing.
He waited for the bell rings, wanting to hear how many times it would chime this occasion.
But after a long wait, the bell continued to ring without stop, becoming more and more urgent!
A chill ran through Chen Ji's heart, and he climbed up to the roof along the eaves. Standing on the ridge, he looked towards the city gates, only to see the previously shut gates were now wide open, with the yellow earth and scorched mountains visible at a glance outside.
In the next moment, countless black Iron Cavalry appeared on the horizon, like innumerable black long knives emerging from a forest.
