C920 Artillery bombardment of the Yongning Army

It was now autumn, and the cold wind of the night, under the clear and cold moonlight, had drilled into the thin cloth armour of the Yongning Army.

Almost all the soldiers in the Yongning Army were made up of believers, so to most people, the cold wind blowing through didn't seem any different in their eyes.

These people were still sitting with their backs to each other