Nine Revolutions Melt Body, Condense Dao Rhyme; One Step Thousand Miles, Move Mortal Realm

The smoke of battle in the inner city had yet to fully disperse. In postwar Pinggang City, shattered walls and congealed bloodstains could be seen everywhere.

After this battle, the Yan army that had originally garrisoned the inner city had lost more than half its men, leaving fewer than fifty thousand survivors.

Had Qin Yue not acted decisively and rushed King Xi of Yan and the other nobles and ministers back to the battlefield in time to offer their surrender, securing a sliver of survival for the soldiers under his command, the remaining forty-odd thousand Yan soldiers would likely have long since been slaughtered beneath the Blood-Clad Army's crushing offensive.

The inner city had fallen completely under the Blood-Clad Army's control, while the surviving Yan border troops had once again returned to Qin Yue's command.

Yet after this battle, having witnessed firsthand the Blood-Clad Army's terrifying combat power—unstoppable even by ghosts and gods—the Yan soldiers could no longer muster even the faintest thought of resistance.

Even though the Blood-Clad Army had let down its guard around them, their camps interspersed with one another, they did not dare make the slightest suspicious move.

Everyone knew that if they rashly rose up to launch a surprise attack, the result would only be futile. Not only would they fail to harm the Blood-Clad Army in the slightest, they would instead throw away the lives they had fought so hard to preserve.

Thus, the surviving Yan soldiers were remarkably well-behaved.

They no longer dwelled on the grief of their nation's fall, nor did they fear the uncertainty ahead. Instead, they all turned their attention to the coming campaign beyond the frontier against the Hu.

Everyone secretly calculated how to earn more military merit in this war, so that when they fully joined Great Qin