Outside Hongzhou City.
「That night.」
The eight-hundred-li military camp was silent. Only Black-armored Soldiers stood guard at the gate, and two lamps flickered faintly at the entrance of the Commander's Camp.
Many soldiers were sound asleep. They had spent half a month marching through seven counties, fighting desperately. Even if a man were made of iron, he could not withstand such a toll.
It was not a matter of physical stamina, but that the tension in their minds had been stretched taut without a moment's rest. The mental exhaustion far outweighed the physical, and this was especially true for a Martial Artist.
The flames of a bonfire leaped and danced. Several on-duty Great Yan Guards were gathered around it.
"Tell me," a young-looking soldier complained, "we've been fighting this war for so long, running back and forth every day. When will it ever end?"
