In the morning light, the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence on the battlefield.
The soldiers of the Ming Army began to collect scattered weapons and various spoils of war.
Shi Feiyang stood on high ground, his posture upright like a sturdy pine, looking deeply towards the distance. In his heart, there was both the joy of victory, affirming the efforts of himself and his comrades, and a profound anxiety for the future, knowing well that the victory of this night raid was only temporary. To completely eliminate the enemy, more effort and wisdom would be needed.
He turned to look at Li Song and Lin Wanqing beside him, feeling a warmth surge in his heart.
Li Song's eyes were firm, filled with determination for future battles; Lin Wanqing's eyes were gentle, full of concern and support for Shi Feiyang.
The sun gradually rose, its golden light pouring over the battlefield, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the once blood-soaked land.
