Tie Muer didn't know how he made it out.
It seemed like he stepped out over his own people's corpses.
Every foot withdrawn from beneath the Shishan resulted in dozens to hundreds being crushed by stones, shot by arrows, trampled by their own warhorses, or trampled by their comrades.
The unending wails echoed from behind.
The Shishan had become a slaughter ground.
His face was pale, he glanced upward, suppressing the urge to curse the heavens.
He couldn't understand, wasn't the Chen Army chasing behind all along? How did they set an ambush on this Shishan?
This Chen Army seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
He looked at the people ahead andbeside him, remembering how when they first entered the place, it was an overwhelming number of troops, but now they were frighteningly sparse.
Tie Muer's face showed unprecedented desolation, he'd never fought in such a large defeat.
