The night wind howled, dispersing the smell of smoke.
The bodies on the hillside were already cold, with scattered limbs and broken walls mixed with soil, and the scent of blood still lingered heavily.
"Hey, hey, slow down!"
Sha Lifei held up a torch, continuously urging.
Beside him, Wu Ba was carrying a cannon up the slope.
This cannon was the very one from the Longxiang Army, which had rolled down the hillside and was found by Sha Lifei in the night.
The cannon's design was somewhat peculiar, with a thick and short barrel of bronze color, its muzzle engraved with a relief of a fierce tiger's mouth, and two tiger paw supports in front.
This piece was forged with mixed spiritual materials and was extremely heavy, yet Wu Ba, with his brute strength, carried the tiger paw supports effortlessly.
Li Yan was also tidying up the battlefield.
This battle yielded extremely rich spoils.