On the road that stretched as far as the eye could see, the soldiers trudged forward.
The wounded groaned in pain.
The other officers and men kept their heads lowered, forming a long dragon as they marched into the distance.
Their eyes were somewhat vacant, long since stripped of their luster. Like walking corpses, they merely followed the men ahead along this difficult road.
Their grandfathers had set out from here to campaign against the Cao Thief.
Their fathers had also set out from here to campaign against the Cao Thief.
Now it was their turn.
Perhaps their children, too, would set out from here to campaign against the Cao Thief.
The fighting had gone on for many years. Year after year of war had left them scarcely able to see their families, without so much as a single day of ease and comfort.
Fortunately, the general treated them well. He did not whip or curse them, and occasionally gave them rewards.
This was actually somewhat better than being at home. The harvests these past years had grown worse with each passing year, and all they heard when corresponding with home were complaints.
In the military camp, they might die, but they would not starve to death.
They would simply live like this until the day they died in battle.
Though this road was difficult to travel, these men were already very familiar with it. Their steps were heavy, but this was, after all, the road home.
Mounted on a fine steed, Jiang Wei stood on high ground, gazing at the distant road while inspecting the progress of his entire army.
The army's morale had fallen very low.
This crushing defeat was truly hard to accept.
Not only these officers and men-even Jiang Wei could scarcely conceal the dejection and