Chen Dongfeng, kneeling on the ground, heard this and, without a word, gripped his shirt with both hands and tore it open with a sharp rip.
Across his stomach lay a terrifying, long scar. One could only imagine that his organs must have spilled out at the time; it was hard to say whether his survival was a blessing or a curse.
"Great General, your subordinate Chen Dongfeng, under orders to lead three thousand brothers of the Camp of the Doomed, held off enemy cavalry at Black Ridge Mountain, thirty miles from Beiguan. We fought bitterly for five days and five nights, killing countless enemies."
Chapter 97