Blood stained the ground, pooling into streams that flowed through the ruins.
A strong smell of burning and blood made it unpleasant to smell.
At the North Gate stood a general covered in blood; he was none other than Xia Shanhu.
Despite being wounded in multiple places and his battle robe soaked in blood, his eyes gleamed with excitement.
The joy of victory made him temporarily forget the pain.
He strode towards Chen Qingwan, his steps steady, showing no signs of fatigue.
He knelt on one knee in front of Chen Qingwan, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:
"Your Majesty, the North Gate has been breached!"
Chen Qingwan was still dressed in men's clothing, looking dashing and heroic.
She nodded slightly and asked calmly:
What are the casualties?
"Your Majesty, the Tiger Head Army suffered over two hundred dead and over four hundred wounded in battle."
Tiger descended the mountain and reported the truth, his words heavy with emotion.
War is always cruel; even victory is inevitably accompanied by casualties.
Chen Qingwan frowned slightly, her mind in turmoil.
She knew all too well that behind every number lay a precious life and the brokenness of a family.
But she couldn't show any sadness; she had to remain calm.
Only then could she lead her soldiers to final victory.
"Pass down the order to immediately collect the spoils of war, especially the warhorses from the horse market. Each soldier shall be equipped with three to four warhorses."
"Evacuate Huai'an City in one hour!"
Chen Qingwan decisively issued the order.
Time was of the essence; she had to evacuate Huai'an City as soon as possible to avoid being surrounded by Zhang Xinwang's reinforcements.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Xia Shanhu accepted the order and left to quickly relay Chen Qingwan's command.
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