Late night.
"Old Ye, the Qin Army has finally retreated." Shangguan Jian dragged his weary body to the top of the valley entrance, having gone through an intense afternoon battle. The Qin Army suffered heavy casualties, yet Han Hao seemed to go mad, ordering his soldiers to relentlessly attack. As the soldiers at the front fell, those behind would move the bodies away and continue the assault. The archers at the top of the valley kept firing arrows. When arrows ran out, they resorted to hurling stones, until ultimately, the valley entrance was piled high with corpses...
"How many do we have left?" Ye Shikai had regained his Inner Strength, and his physical condition improved significantly. After a day's fierce fighting, he didn't feel too fatigued, but his wounds would still need time to heal.
"About... more than seven thousand." Upon hearing this result, both felt an overwhelming heaviness in their hearts. Losing so many brothers naturally left them in a poor mood.
