Inside the Northern Military Camp, the countless tents were filled with wounded soldiers. Several figures moved back and forth between the tents, tending to the wounds of the injured. Outside, over a dozen large cauldrons were set up, bubbling constantly as medicine was brewed.
The atmosphere in the camp was solemn. Although they had won the battle, they had lost too many comrades; no amount of merit or honor could dispel the sorrow weighing upon them.
Shu He’s moon-white dress was stained blood-red at the hem, the dried blood stiffening the once-soft fabric until it no longer swayed. After bandaging the wound of the soldier before her, she noticed the despondent expressions of the men and asked, "Young man, we won the battle. Aren't you happy?"
Chapter 86