He looked down at the severed head in his hand, then spoke in a trembling voice:

"Killed...killed..."

“Our mission… is complete.” His last words were almost a sob, but none of the barbarian soldiers around him thought he was weak because of it.

The battles that took place here were so brutal that they would horrify anyone.

Despite the fact that the situation was hopeless, Prince Qing, relying on his last remaining loyal soldiers, unleashed an unimaginable fighting force, and even with the deployment of wolf soldiers, the battle still ended in such a tragic state.

All those who chased into the bamboo forest, except for Yan Cheng, died. The enemy killed by the arrow was undoubtedly the mastermind.

Now that Prince Qing has been executed, there are even more urgent matters that need to be addressed immediately.

"General, his head needs to be sent to Nanze! You also need to bandage your wounds immediately and go back to heal," the barbarian soldier reminded him.

"Yes...yes...we have to take the head away immediately!" Yan Cheng stammered as he came to his senses.

But looking at the human head in his hand, he panicked for a moment. The face had been bitten and punched countless times, and had long been beaten out of shape, making it almost unrecognizable.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Bai Hanzi's corpse, where Prince Qing's sword was still stuck in his chest.

He cried out in deep sorrow, "Draw that sword and take it with you to Nanze!"

"Don't waste time, let's go now, I'll come with you."

Yan Cheng staggered to his feet. The barbarian soldiers were still collecting the corpses. He looked around in a daze, and the shocking scene was too gruesome to bear.

His gaze drifted aimlessly, and he spotted a firefly floating in the forest.

The enchanting sight of fireflies dancing in the night should perhaps not appear on this cruel and bloody night of slaughter.

But spring has ended, the grass and trees have lost their green, and today, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, is the beginning of summer.

The old year has passed, spring has arrived, and all things are reborn; now it is the beginning of summer—

All things grow.