When Xiang Jing set off for Xianyang to deliver the letter, Xiang Yu's army did not remain idle either. He chose to continue advancing, but at a much slower pace.
This was a signal Xiang Yu sent to Liu Ji, and also time for his battle-worn, exhausted subordinates to rest.
Zi Juan was not the only one who was tired. Everyone was tired.
Xiang Liang had not been dead for long, yet the siblings and the others, still immersed in grief, had returned to the battlefield for various reasons. And the pace of the war had been faster than anyone could have imagined.
The Battle of Julu, the Battle of the Zhang River, Liu Ji breaking through Wu Pass, Xiang Yu breaking through Hangu Pass and Tong Pass, Liu Ji's Battle of Lantian, Ziying leaving his gates to offer up the seal.
One earthshaking event after another washed over everyone's hearts.
Even the strongest people, so long as they still possessed humanity, could grow weary and numb.
Xiang An rubbed Surging Wave Gallop's neck, shooing away the horseflies buzzing around it, then let out a yawn.
During the recent battles, Xiang Yu and Xiang An had not been the only ones injured. The two fine steeds who had helped them achieve feats of martial prowess beyond human limits had been wounded as well.
"Sorry. Does your leg still hurt?" Xiang An stroked Surging Wave Gallop's lower leg with regret. He could feel that the bone there was slightly cracked, yet the horse's powerful physique still allowed it to bear Xiang An into battle.
"Neigh-hii—" Surging Wave Gallop whinnied and stretched out its rough tongue to lick Xiang An's hair, as if telling him it was fine.
Xiang An pursed his lips, scratching beneath Surging Wave Gallop's chin. But the horse