The night was silent, the evening breeze caressed, bringing a faint chill, the moonlight bright, illuminating the boundless night sky like a small lamp.
Chen Mo, with five to six thousand men, gradually approached Pingting County.
It was already the third watch of the night; the county was silent, with the townsfolk deep in slumber. However, on the city walls, soldiers clad in armor patrolled back and forth.
Chen Mo dared not get too close, for even five to six thousand men, crouched and moving quietly, could not avoid making noise.
"Do not move from here," Chen Mo's gaze shifted to Zhang River, Han Wu, and Hu Qiang, then said, "Act only when you hear movement, understand?"
"Understood." The three nodded in agreement.
