Suddenly increasing by several thousand people, the military camp became quite chaotic for a while; first, dozens of new large tents were set up, then the camp's fence was expanded considerably. More than two thousand captured subordinates of Yuan An were bound and detained, with guards assigned to watch over them.
It was only by evening that the camp barely settled down.
Having handled all these matters, Shen Wuzheng was gilded by the golden contour of the setting sun as he slowly walked towards the Central Army Tent. Despite the brilliant sunset, there remained a faint, flame-resistant clarity about him. Along the way, people passing by continually saluted and greeted him, to which he returned the gesture, but his gaze remained distant.
Entering the Central Army Tent, he looked up and saw the military doctor bandaging Yu Wenye's injured finger. The basin on the ground was filled with water dyed pink, and blood-stained gauze piled on the table.
