In the sunset of this day, by the blood-red Little Forest River, the scene from three days ago played out once more.
Except this time, the ones charging in overwhelming numbers were the Fufeng Soldiers, who, after suffering a great defeat and being suppressed by fear and unease for days, were on the verge of collapse. It seemed as if, to vent their frustration, they were fiercer and more savage than usual, each like a maddened tiger unleashed, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
But once again, it was the Longxi Army that turned half of the Little Forest River red, the scent of blood drifting for miles.
In the end, the Longxi Army was roundly defeated, retreating across the river to the west bank.
After sunset, peace returned.
