This battle had undoubtedly been a great victory.
The rebels had paid the price of barely over a hundred men to utterly crush the Liuzhou authorities and local powerful clans' encirclement campaign. Not only that, they had wiped out more than a thousand of the enemy's fresh troops and even captured a Myriad-Edge of the Bureau of Military Affairs alive. For everyone who had chosen to stay and fight the authorities to the death, such results were an immense encouragement.
Gongshu Feng could see the intense, heartfelt joy in everyone's eyes.
"Who would have thought we'd live to see a day like this?" Gongsun Fang said with emotion. "It's a pity not everyone got to see it."
He had heard his younger brother mention this.
The authorities' rigorous searches and wanted notices had captured quite a few rebel members as well. Since the organization lacked experience, the spies they had initially sent into towns and cities to gather intelligence suffered staggering losses. There had even been days when more than ten people were lost... Nor did ambushes on household guard detachments succeed every time. The first few could even be called crushing defeats. Even with several times the enemy's numbers, shovels and wooden clubs had no power to parry armored soldiers wielding longswords.
Yet these people had not given up.
They drew lessons from Shenzhou's example while setting up workshops, using every method they could think of to improve their troops' equipment. Only after months of fighting had they gradually changed, in the authorities' eyes, from "rioters" into a true rebel army.
This victory, too, could be said to have been built upon the sacrifices of countless predecessors.
But now, Gongshu Feng no longer felt the same resistance and rejection toward these "rebels" as before.
In some respects, they understood