The other patrol teams were envious when they saw Guo Datou helping the old woman carry water.

That son of a bitch has found something fun to do again.

The old woman stood at the door, watching Guo Datou fetching water back and forth, and the soldiers lying asleep on both sides of the street, lost in confusion.

who I am?

Where am I?

What are these?

Am I dreaming?

After filling the water vat, Guo Datou returned the wooden bucket.

"Auntie, is there anything else I can help you with? If not, I'll go back to my patrol."

Seeing that the old woman didn't speak, Guo Datou turned and left.

After he left, the owner of the steamed bun shop, the old woman's eldest son, walked out from the back of the shop, trembling.

He stood behind his mother, looking at the young soldiers on the street, his mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time.

Gradually, more and more ordinary people saw the soldiers on both sides of the street through their windows and door cracks.

They were all lost in the same confusion as the old woman.

Some villagers carried heavy loads, preparing to go to work in the fields.

The patrol team also began waking the soldiers up and setting off.

The entire city of Hangzhou slowly awakens with the sunrise.

There was no forced labor, no robbery, and no disturbance to the residents.

Dressed in military uniforms, they lined up quietly and, at Chen Da's command, headed towards Fujian.

After they left, Huang He looked at the unchanged city of Hangzhou and felt as if these people had never been there.

But he also felt that these people seemed to have left something behind in Hangzhou.