For the Sharp Warriors under Liu Wu's command, they looked on with envy at the lively scene in the neighboring camp. This scene was naturally also seen by Liu Wu. His upper body was wrapped in bandages, and his injuries had only just stabilized.
"Sigh."
Liu Wu let out a sigh, a look of helplessness on his face. Although his Wanjiang camp had earned collective military merit, everyone knew who truly deserved the primary credit. If it hadn't been for Zhao Feng breaching the city gate, he would have lost his life.
Just then, Chen Tao walked over slowly. Looking at the dejected Liu Wu, he understood immediately.
"What's wrong?" Chen Tao asked meaningfully. "Feeling a bit resentful?"
"General." Seeing the visitor, Liu Wu quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Rise," Chen Tao said with a wave of his hand.
"The army is a place where ability speaks for itself," Liu Wu said with shame. "This time, I have disappointed you, General, and failed to breach the Han Capital."
