Xuanyuan Fortress on Xuanyuan Hill was exceptionally lively tonight. Apart from the knights on duty outside, people streamed through the fortress streets. Whether knights or ordinary officers stationed in the fortress, many had gathered in the streets as if by unspoken agreement. Some drank to their hearts' content, some sang at the top of their lungs, and places like the fortress bars were nearly packed to bursting. The entire Xuanyuan Fortress carried something of a holiday atmosphere...
Ever since the Devil Race army had invaded Great Xia, the taut string pressing upon everyone's hearts had remained drawn tight. Only today had that tightly drawn string finally loosed its arrow, striking the target in one blow.
Tension and release—this was the way of yin and yang, the only way one could endure longer on the battlefield. Even the toughest knight could not keep his nerves stretched taut for a hundred years in a Holy War. Watching the lively, relaxed crowd on the streets, Zhang Tie did not look down on them, because the string drawn tight in his own heart had also slackened.
That string had quietly tightened in Zhang Tie's heart back when he was in Selnes. Only today did a corner of his heart, like a sea turtle that had not surfaced to breathe for countless years, finally rise above the waves and gulp down the fresh air above the sea.
Strictly speaking, the most meaningful part of today's battle had not been the clash of Sky Knights, nor the slaughter between the tens of thousands of knights on both sides, much less Zhang Tie stealing the limelight alone on the battlefield. It had been the victory of the ground forces and Air Cavalry forces against the Devil Race legion. The significance of that victory was immeasurable. It was