Seeing Nangong Shi's army retreat, the officers atop Sishui Pass let out long sighs of relief.
Dou Rong wiped the sweat from his face, leaned against the Pass Wall, and slowly sat down.
There were plenty of officers in the pass, but he had drugged most of them unconscious at one time or another. As a result, whenever they were out cold, he had to handle even more duties himself.
After several rounds of this, he had barely rested at all and was truly struggling to keep going.
"The Zhou Army dared to rebel. They certainly have a few tricks up their sleeves."
The young officer with the northern accent planted his saber against the ground and panted heavily. The pass had stockpiled plenty of defensive equipment, so casualties had been light, but rolling logs and falling stones still took strength to move. Throwing things was physical labor too.
"Yes, Xiao Liu. If they keep attacking this often, sooner or later they'll work us to death. Do those Zhou soldiers never tire?"
An officer beside him reached for his helmet. The weather was hot, and after another fierce battle, he decided he might as well strip off his armor and cool down.
But before he could, the young officer called Xiao Liu stopped him. "What are you doing? Take it off after you leave the Pass Wall. Have you forgotten General Dou's orders?"
"What a nuisance..." The officer lowered his hand, muttering under his breath, but ultimately left his armor on.
Watching the soldiers and officers under his command, Han Rong could not help shaking his head. He had never expected Dou Rong to make the military orders so strict while he was unconscious.
"General." Han Rong approached Dou Rong and said hesitantly, "You should go down and rest. Leave