Xiang Tianlin shouted to stop everyone's conversation, seeing that two to three thousand bhikkhus had already jumped off the city wall, and he also took a group of people and jumped down.
Wu Chen's more than sixty thousand people were meant to lure them into splitting their forces to guard, intending to divide the strength of the gate defenders; he had noticed this long ago.
The problem was, noticing didn't help; regardless, it had to be addressed.
"The key is the gate; as long as we hold the gate, we'll be fine!"
Xiang Tianlin led everyone down the wall, and upon seeing the scene behind the gate, his pupils shrank suddenly, not daring to hesitate for a moment before drawing his knife and charging forward directly.
The two hundred plus meters behind the gate were entirely occupied by enemy forces, and they had already begun assaulting the gate guards on both sides.
