A Dispatch of Victory

Dawn slowly arrived. Smoke still curled over battlefields everywhere, many tents and wooden stockades were still burning, and the main Zuyue Army camps were almost carpeted with corpses.

Great Zhen Soldiers patrolled back and forth with weapons in hand, checking whether any enemy troops were feigning death. Besides corpses in all manner of gruesome states, there were also many Surrendered Zuyue Soldiers huddled together and shivering. It was not truly fear that had reduced them to such a state; they were mainly freezing. When the Great Zhen army attacked last night, many soldiers had still been in bed. Some were cut down, while others were dragged from their camps at weapon-point. All wore only a single layer of clothing and could only crowd together for warmth.

Yin Chong held his double halberds as he inspected the battlefield, accompanied by three personal guards. This place had originally been one of the Zuyue Army's three main camps, housing the elite court troops directly under the Zuyue Song Clan. After one night, the dead were dead, the surrendered had surrendered, and only a small portion had escaped.

This was also Yin Chong's final stop after his night-long raids through several camps. At the previous camps, once the enemy formations had been crushed, he immediately surged forward at the fastest speed possible. The assault had been so fierce that it was faster than those Zuyue soldiers could flee for their lives.

Yin Chong's clothing and armor had already been dyed blood-red, while the pair of black halberds in his hands were covered in mottled dark-red stains. Whenever many Surrendered Zuyue Soldiers saw Yin Chong approach, they instinctively huddled even closer to their companions. They had witnessed the terror of those Black Halberds firsthand last night; tearing men apart and splitting horses in two often