Early morning.
Fang Che led his people out and found that the battlefield from yesterday had already been cleaned spotless.
The other side had cleared away the corpses thoroughly. Only patches of dark-red blood remained on the ground, already covered by a fresh layer of ice.
Only faint traces of red could be seen.
The entire battlefield was like this. Countless bloodstains had become dark-red specks beneath the ice, layer upon layer...
Fang Che narrowed his eyes at the red specks on the ground. He seemed to hear the countless roars of slaughter from millions of years ago.
He slowly withdrew his gaze.
A long howl shook the sky. "Bi Fangdong! Come out! It's time today!"
Fang Che directly called Bi Fangdong out from across the way.
Bi Fangdong shuffled out slowly, his face ashen.
The people he had brought along were all listless and downcast.
More than three hundred people felt they had become the other side's slaves. It was simply... simply impossible to complain about!
Having followed Bi Fangdong to this point, there was truly nothing they could do.
They were utterly speechless.
The new request for reinforcements had already been sent out, but every day, Relations required them to come over and act as practice opponents. If they refused, he would kill people.
Dying in battle would have been one thing, but there was also the mindset that "Relations cannot withstand a hundred hours of fierce assault, so he does not dare kill everyone on our side," keeping them going.
Death in battle was unavoidable, and there was nothing to resent about it. Heroic or not, who wanted to die when they could avoid it?
Everyone had been tormented until they had no temper left.
Moreover, Bi Fangdong had seen through it: Relations wanted to keep their