Qin, Yan territory border!
A glance around.
A massive Jing Guan made of piled human heads loomed over the grasslands.
This place is merely a few miles away from Qin's Xiangping.
Several months have passed.
The foul smell here has gradually faded, now covered by white snow, making it even more horrifying.
"Finally returned."
Looking at the Jing Guan ahead, as tall as a mountain, Zhao Feng's face showed a smile.
Then.
Holding the Tyrant Spear high, he shouted loudly: "Brothers, I have brought you back home."
This word 'home.'
Moved thousands of Sharp Warriors behind Zhao Feng.
"Home."
"We finally returned home."
"Heaven protects us."
...
All the surviving warriors who had returned alive began to shout excitedly.
Looking at these soldiers.
Every one of them was covered in bloodstains, appearing quite disheveled from their outward appearance.
But only they knew how many they had killed during this assault on the foreign tribes.
