The two ran for their lives, fleeing toward higher ground, desperate to escape this disaster.
But how could their speed compare to those towering waves? Before long, the flood swallowed them.
As the saying went, "Speak not of earning a marquis's title; one general's triumph rests on ten thousand withered bones." The state of Tianchang City laid bare the cruelty of those words.
Lin Yuanfeng had spent his life in military service, fighting for his country and earning illustrious victories. He had seen blood-red battlefields like meat grinders more than once, and they had never stirred his heart.
Yet the sight of Tianchang City shook him to his core!
Even after half the night had passed, signs of the flood's devastation remained visible throughout Tianchang City.
Waist-deep pits, crisscrossing gullies, shattered city walls, and corpses soaked pale by the river all spoke of the mercilessness of disaster and the terror of nature.
Anyone who saw such a scene would feel a flicker of compassion, and Lin Yuanfeng was no exception.
Although he had prepared himself, grief still rose unbidden in his heart when he truly saw it all.
Sorrow gradually spread across Lin Yuanfeng's face.
"General..."
The personal guards beside Lin Yuanfeng felt miserable when they saw him like this, but they had no words of comfort. They could only stand silently at his side.
After a moment, Lin Yuanfeng composed himself and drew a deep breath. "Our army has taken Tianchang City. Search for survivors. If you can save anyone, do so."
"Yes, General!"
Lin Yuanfeng's guards accepted the order and scattered in every direction.
Watching his soldiers leave, Lin Yuanfeng turned to glance at the shattered city walls, a complicated look flashing through his eyes.
He shook his head slightly, then climbed onto the wall and murmured