The two returned to the inn, where the inn's hall had been transformed into a temporary rest area. The injured soldiers lay on mats, some already asleep, while others let out painful groans.
The advance team members moved among the injured, checking their wounds, leaving no detail unattended.
After some temporary treatment, Ming He seemed much more spirited. It appeared that despite his armor being pierced by several bullets, he hadn't suffered any fatal injuries.
He sat on a bench, leaning against a pillar, watching the actions of the advance team members, feeling incredibly warm inside.
Hearing movement behind him, he turned and saw Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke, quickly getting up and respectfully saluting, "I've seen the two Manor Lords."
"You're injured, no need for such formalities," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, intentionally lowering his voice.
"No, no, I must express my respect, at the very least, for such a great favor," Ming He instinctively lowered his voice.
