By the time Chen Sheng reached the front of the stronghold, the battle was already over. Severed limbs were strewn everywhere.
The air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood, a sickening cocktail of smells. The surviving soldiers were clearing the battlefield, finishing off any remaining water bandits and collecting the bodies of their comrades.
By now, Wang Yue and the others had already learned of Chuyue Mountain's death and how Chen Sheng had single-handedly turned the tide, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.
They also knew that Chen Sheng had temporarily assumed command.
The other Vice Commanders had no objections. Their rank and prestige were insufficient; even if they wanted to contend for the position, they stood no chance against Chen Sheng and would only risk offending him.
Wang Yue, however, had mixed feelings.
