After a day of good food and rest, the camp was filled with laughter and joy as the soldiers enjoyed this rare moment of comfort, seemingly forgetting the cruelty of war.
However, the next day, just as dawn broke, Chen Zhennan, like an alert cheetah, instantly regained his serious expression.
With a command in his voice, which was as loud as a bell, he said, "Zhang Xiao, the army marches forth, target: the border of the Great Zhou!"
Upon receiving the order, Zhang Xiao immediately ordered the troops to be disciplined. In an instant, the sounds of bugles, horses' hooves, and the soldiers' orderly footsteps mingled together, creating a deafening roar.
The army set off in a mighty procession, like a surging torrent of steel, rushing toward its destination.
The army marched non-stop for three days. Along the way, dust flew and military flags fluttered.
Although the soldiers were exhausted, their eyes shone with determination as they successfully reclaimed the territory lost by Da Wu.
Standing on this newly reclaimed land, Chen Zhennan silently calculated the time in his mind.
According to the plan, Song Yunming should have already laid a trap for Zhou Jianjia's army and launched an ambush.
Night fell, and the earth was shrouded in inky darkness, with only the campfire in the camp flickering with a faint light.
Just as Chen Zhennan was about to send someone to find Song Yunming, suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent, followed by a "whoosh" as the tent flap was suddenly flung open.
A young man covered in blood rushed in; this man was Song Yunming.
Song Yunming's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his lips were purplish-blue and cracked from excessive blood loss.
His right hand was severed at the wrist, and blood was still gushing from the stump, dripping onto the ground and forming a small pool of blood.
Two arrows were still stuck in his body, the shafts embedded more than halfway into his flesh. They swayed slightly with his breathing, each sway seemingly pulling at his last bit of life force.
Song Yunming's body swayed precariously, like a leaf about to fall, extremely weak.
Upon seeing this, Chen Zhennan felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
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