Under the gaze of countless soldiers, An Yiqing slowly put away the Qingying Sword and turned around. She wiped her little face covered with rainwater, revealing a faint smile, then ran to the mud to continue carrying two large bags towards the camp.
The soldiers who had witnessed this miracle looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock. This matter, they must report clearly to the company commander.
The night full of danger and despair finally passed. When the eastern sky showed a tint of fish belly white, the terrifying thunderstorm slowly came to a halt.
