025 Sleep_1

The night descends and dotted bonfires light up the bend of the Ben Liu River.

After a fierce battle, the humans finally secured the ultimate victory.

It was a pyrrhic victory.

More than half of the thousand-strong troops were killed in action, and all the survivors were wounded.

However, after this fight.

The morale of these miscellaneous soldiers underwent a qualitative change, almost as if they were transformed into a regular army after this baptism of blood and fire.

The camp was filled with the strong smell of blood and various mutilated corpses hadn't been cleaned up yet.

But those who survived didn't mind, savoring the rare hot meals and boasting about their valiant performances during the day.

Sael didn't join in the lively conversations. Instead, he picked up a string of grilled fish and walked towards the tent in the heart of the camp.

His left foot seemed to be injured, he was limping and walked with difficulty.