"Is that everyone? Did we wipe them out?" Cao Biansheng picked up the saber that had been knocked from his hand, looking a bit dazed.
During the fight, Du Yu had intentionally left the kills for him, mostly injuring enemies without finishing them off.
"There are still a few prisoners. They didn't resist when we came up; they surrendered immediately." Qin Ziwu patted his shoulder and walked past him, his gaze landing on the packed crowd of their comrades in the hallway behind.
The men following behind looked as if they had been fished out of a sea of blood.
Their Armor was covered in blood.
A murderous aura radiated from them, and their eyes were fierce.
After this bloody battle, Qin Ziwu could feel that the entire group had undergone a kind of transformation.
This was different from attacking from a distance with Giant Crossbows and Short Crossbows. This was a true, brutal melee.
