The breeze on top of the city wall blew the final stench of blood away from the city. The sudden appearance of Great Ning's cavalry outside the city left the Heiwu troops with no choice but to retreat. What happened during the tragic battle the last time was still a huge nightmare that continued to haunt them.
Meng Changan turned around and glanced over. There were still at least a hundred of Pei Xiao's soldiers who were still alive. They had already been stripped of their weapons and tied up, kneeling on the ground. Every single one of them was expressionless. They looked more dead than the actual dead beheaded soldiers on the ground.
Of course, they knew what their own fate was. Even if Meng Changan did not kill them, they were destined to die.
"How long do you plan to be here for?
