Though they had won a battle, they had inevitably disturbed the city's civilians. Other than dispatching small contingents to take over Lin'an City, the Song army did not enter the city with great fanfare to celebrate. They merely celebrated their victory in the camp outside the city.
At this time, a large open space had been cleared around the command tent. Four bonfires had been lit, with lambs roasted and pigs slaughtered.
The soldiers and players gathered around the fires, singing and dancing in high spirits.
More than thirty tents stretched out in orderly formation, like rows of raised buns.
Wind lanterns hung outside every tent. From afar, figures and scenery swayed in the light. Though songs and dances filled the camp, guards still stood watch at the sentry posts, and security remained tight.
Meanwhile, the command tent was brightly lit. Two major figures in the players' eyes met amid the imaginings of countless players.
No player had the chance to witness this rather legendary scene firsthand.
Even the elite players of Black Wind Stronghold lacked the qualifications. Their status was still far too low.
Thus, outside the command tent, many players kept glancing toward it with curious expressions, speculating about the scene of the two great men meeting and discussing it animatedly.
Smack!
Two powerful hands clasped tightly together beneath the bright gazes in the command tent, producing simultaneous cracking sounds.
The surrounding generals all changed expressions at the sight of the bulging muscle lines on those two thick arms.
"Good!"
Jiang Dali's tiger eyes gleamed as he stared at Yue Fei before him, clad in armor, tall and powerfully built, with a face covered in thick whiskers. His gaze lingered especially on Yue Fei's immense health bar as he laughed heartily. "I heard that General Yue was born