Everywhere you look, there are wild grass and blood. The Hun cavalry who were howling like wolves just now have already fled ten miles away and can no longer be seen.
The drumstick that he had just been waving seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Ying Jianglu, who liked the Chanyu but not the title of the Third Prince, could no longer lift it. The drumstick fell and the drumbeat stopped.
"Won..."
He muttered to himself, his eyelids heavy, and the surging sleepiness overwhelmed the numbness and swelling in his arms.
He fell on the platform, and when he opened his eyes again, a day and a night had passed.
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