The night was deep, yet the vast expanse of snow made it as bright as day. A giant, luminous orb hung in the sky, its cold moonlight caught by the night wind and cast over the boundless land.
The two major battlefields, sealed off by the Tianqi army, were littered with broken blades and shattered swords. The cries of the dying echoed everywhere, and everywhere one looked, there were mangled corpses. The blood had melted the day’s snowfall, and crimson streams flowed into the depressions, merging with other tributaries before winding away to eventually join the endless Ming River.
Standing on Mang Mountain, Bei Ji watched the Chengfeng Army clean up the battlefield and issued a cold command: "Clean up the field quickly and return to defensive positions!"
Chapter 82