Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the earth outside Qinyang County City was covered in swirling red dust, with various large logistics units paralyzed on the ground.
Two deep pits were dug into the earth, filled with bodies, piled high.
Even so, the battlefield was still littered with corpses, broken spears and damaged swords—a scene too tragic to bear witness to.
On the city wall, the flag with the character "Chen" flew high. Chen Mo leaned against the embrasure, resting as the blood-red sun dipped on the horizon, his whole body stained with blood, worn to extreme fatigue.
"Lift your hand." Jiang Ruoqing appeared with a medical kit from somewhere and approached Chen Mo, then sat beside him and took bandages and wound healing medicine from the kit.
"I'm fine." Chen Mo smiled. Since the battle started at noon, he hadn't had a break, but the harvest was substantial. The main enemy force had been forcefully scattered by his tens of thousands of troops.
