After a round of explosions, the enemy was unable to retreat or advance and had no choice but to surrender.
Indeed, at this very moment, the air is filled with the sounds of enemy soldiers surrendering.
The sound spread throughout the outskirts of Qidu, reaching every corner.
At this moment, the soldiers were so focused on fighting that no one noticed that on the outskirts of the battlefield, a man in a carriage was quietly watching the battle.
Qin Feng, who was watching the battle from afar, could only sigh and shake his head before instructing Xiao Han to drive away.
That's enough, if he keeps watching, his heart won't be able to take it.
Qin Feng had been in a coma for many days and only woke up this morning.
The first thing she did upon waking up was to ask Qi Yan and Feng Qi where they had gone.
Having learned of today's great battle, he watched it despite being ill, wanting to know only one outcome.
Inside the carriage, Qin Feng remained silent, only lowering his eyes to rest, occasionally letting out bursts of coughing and wheezing.
His body was so weak that he was unable to walk.
Watching the game had already exhausted him, and he needed to rest.
After traveling for a long time, the carriage gradually stopped at a small courtyard deep in the mountains.
This small courtyard was where Qi Yan used to live in seclusion.
The area here boasts lush green mountains and clear waters, a beautiful environment perfect for recuperating from injuries.
The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of herbs, and inside and outside the courtyard, there were patches of flowers.
In late autumn, the remaining flowers have gradually withered.
After returning home, Qin Feng leaned back on the soft bed.
"Xiao Han, where are Qi Yan and Feng Qi?"
His throat was unbearably dry and itchy; he coughed and wheezed incessantly even when he spoke just one sentence.
He had thought that he might run into the two of them while watching the match.
This war was clearly started by Qi Yan, but at this moment it seems to have nothing to do with him.
"Perhaps we took the wrong turn," Xiao Han guessed.
He brought Qin Feng a glass of warm water and covered him with a quilt.
"Your Highness, go to sleep."
Qin Feng drank a glass of warm water, but his throat still didn't feel better.
He shook his head; he really didn't want to sleep.
He swallowed a pill; it tasted bitter with a hint of sweetness.
"Qi Yan is good in every way, except that he is too confident."
Even he was defeated by Gu Qian, so what makes Qi Yan think he can defeat Gu Qian?
Xiao Han: "He said that he would do his best to get whatever you want."
"Trying my best? Utter defeat." Qin Feng had changed a lot compared to before.
After a serious illness, he became indifferent to everything, but Qi Yan was too persistent.
Xiao Han wanted to say that Qi Yan was still very intelligent.
But thinking of his crushing defeat today, he merely pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Xiao Han thought the two were going to watch the battle, and they were riding horses along a flat path.
On the way, Feng Qi and Qi Yan traveled together.
As Feng Qi listened to the distant, booming explosions, she didn't know how she felt.
These days, she has long since become numb to the war.
"Lost?" she teased Qi Yan.
Qi Yan did not want to answer this question.
"I told you not to hit, but you insisted on hitting!" Feng Qi teased, her tone turning cold.
"If we hadn't fought, how would we have known we'd lose so badly?" Qi Yan had lost completely, so naturally he didn't want to hear Feng Qi complain.
"Now look what's happened, some are dead, some have surrendered!" Feng Qi didn't want to see Qi Yan at all.
"Aren't there still your Western Qin soldiers?" Qi Yan felt a pang of unease.
"Our soldiers won't follow your nonsense anymore," Feng Qi said, her tone becoming more serious.
After thinking for a moment, she added:
"Is Your Highness feeling any better today?"
Qi Yan smiled and said, "He won't die for now. Qin Feng's mental state is pretty good today; he's even able to go out and watch the battle."
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