The gunfire ceased, and the whole world fell silent.
Ye Xuan looked at the bodies lying in pools of blood in front of him with indifference, remaining silent for a long while before finally letting out a sigh of relief: "We won."
Luo Qing nodded: "Yes, Brother Black Emperor has led us to victory once again."
Ye Lang: "We won."
Iron Tower Bear Mountain: "We won."
Purgatory Members: "We won."
There was no triumphant laughter, nor were there mournful cries of sorrow.
Everything seemed like a routine; victory was nothing to be happy about, and defeat was nothing to mourn.
They had won, but they had also lost several brothers.
In war, whether win or lose, it is never something worth celebrating...
"Let's go home."
Ye Xuan turned and walked out of the mountains.
Hundreds of troops, followed closely behind, finally walked out of these mountains that had troubled them for many days.
Damn mountains.
Damn battlefield.
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