Seven Days
Soldiers throughout the camp were busy. Fires flickered in the armory. Craftsmen were sharpening swords, bowstrings were adjusted one by one, and the edges of spears were polished to be as bright as snow. Every soldier was wiping and maintaining his weapon. They knew that the next action would determine their life or death. At the other end of the camp, cavalrymen were maintaining the saddles of war horses. Sergeants practiced formations and simulated tactics over and over again, with anxiety and expectation in every step. Several key reconnaissance posts had been set up outside the camp. Soldiers hid in dark corners, closely monitoring the movements inside and outside Taiyuan City. The rain kept hitting the tent, as if it had cast a layer of oppressive atmosphere over the entire camp. Ev
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