The people on the city walls were exhausted. Watching the dark mass of the Beirong Army retreat, they grinned brightly. They had won, creating a miracle once again.
Even though their hands couldn't be lifted and their feet couldn't move forward, they still wanted to move to the outlook to see those people flee in disarray.
It was truly satisfying.
They all laughed out loud together again.
In their hearts, they were indescribably elated. Their hearty laughter revealed two rows of blood-stained white teeth, looking both wild and tragic. Paired with smiles almost stretching to their ears, the scene was quite bizarre.
"Cough, cough!"
Cheng Hao, who was severely injured, coughed lowly while enduring the pain. His chest heaved with turmoil, and she managed with difficulty to suppress the burning sensation.
No matter how uncomfortable his body was, his eyes remained clear and resolute.
