The end of the hour of Hai.
Outside the south gate of Qingcheng, beside the moat.
It was pitch black all around, and even the river was calm, quietly reflecting the crescent moon in the sky.
Logan Chu stood on the bridge over the moat, with no one around him. He looked at the flickering lights on the top of the city and the tightly closed city gates. He couldn't help but complain: "Too damn cruel! They really won't open the door!"
As he spoke, he looked towards his men who were busy setting up camp by the river. They were working in full swing, and their shadows were moving around in the light of the torches.
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