The scorching sun pierced through the clouds, illuminating the earth below where corpse-littered fields stretched as far as the eye could see. Many bodies had turned pale, their blood congealed, a testament to the time that had passed since they had perished.
"Wansheng!"
Surveying his surroundings, Zhao Yun abruptly lifted his battle spear and called out in a booming voice.
"Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng..."
All the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty echoed, their heads raised to the sky, giving full vent to their emotions while savoring the victory of this battle. Wave after wave of triumphant cheers resounded, lingering long after.
The surrendered soldiers from the Canghai Ancient Court, the major king-level legions, and the armies of ordinary factions all huddled together. The tumultuous celebratory cries around them sent shivers down their spines.
They might have surrendered!
But what awaited them? Was it imprisonment? Enslavement? Or perhaps, ultimately, a death sentence?
