In the dark night, Chen Ji stood alone on the city wall, silently gazing at the chaos in the pirate camp.
He watched as the pirates set up tents one after another, spending an hour until the camp was organized.
Chen Ji's gaze suddenly fixed on a spot where the Great Wokou Leader, clad in Do-maru Armor, stood with a knife in one hand, staring at him from afar, then raised the knife and swept it across his neck.
Chen Ji smiled without responding.
An attack on the camp gave the Anti-Japanese Army a chance to catch its breath. The troops took turns eating and resting, and those just coming up leaned against the parapet to doze, finally bringing some peace to the city wall.
The river breeze carried a heavy scent of blood from outside the city, lightly swaying Chen Ji's disheveled hair.
