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With the complete evacuation of Yang Chuan's army and the remaining enemies inside being cleared out or captured, Wu Jing's soldiers were finally able to catch their breath. They returned to their respective ranks, reorganized their formations, and gradually restored the long-lost order on the battlefield. A heavy silence permeated the valley, broken only by the orderly footsteps of the soldiers in formation. When the entire army was lined up in a neat square formation, the soldiers raised their heads and focused their eyes on Yan Kong who was standing in the front. There was fatigue on their faces, but more of it was admiration and gratitude. They knew that if it weren't for Yan Kong's bravery and decisiveness, this raid would likely have completely defeated them. "Click!" The leading sergeant raised his right hand and saluted firmly. Then, the soldiers in the entire square formation saluted one by one like flowing water. The movements of the military salute were uniform, and the swords and armor reflected dazzling rays of light in the sun. They didn't speak, but this silent salute was more powerful than any words. Yan Kong was slightly stunned when he saw this scene. He still held the knife in his hand, his face was stained with blood, and his body under the armor was still trembling slightly from the fierce battle just now. He had never imagined that there would be such a scene: these soldiers who had once been strangers to him and even somewhat resistant to him, now paid him such high respect. He felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond to these glances. But soon, his eyes became firm, and he slowly pulled out the knife in his hand, with the blade drawing a sharp arc in the air. He raised his sword high, pointing it to the sky, and shouted loudly and powerfully: "Warriors of Wu Jing!" His voice penetrated the entire valley, and everyone held their breath and looked at him. "Look carefully at the land beneath our feet and look towards the bottomless canyon!" Yan Kong pointed his knife at the edge of the canyon not far away, and his tone was filled with unquestionable power. "That is the place our brothers defended with their lives! The blood of those warriors who died without a complete body dyed every inch of the soil here red!" The soldiers all looked towards the canyon, with a trace of sadness and anger in their eyes. Yan Kong continued, his voice filled with suppressed anger and determination: "Yang Chuan, their cunning and shamelessness brought down our compatriots, but we will not forget, and we will not forgive! The blood debt they owe, we will definitely repay with knives, with fire, and with their lives!" His voice became louder and louder, and the blade flashed the light of Leng Lie in the sunlight, as if the whole sky was echoing his accusation. Anger rekindled in the soldiers' eyes, their hands clenched their weapons tighter and tighter, and low and suppressed shouts rang out in the array. "We must avenge our fallen brothers!" Yan Kong roared for the last time, the tip of the knife pointed straight to the sky, as if to pierce through the sky. The soldiers' shouts broke out in an instant, deafening. Their military salute turned into a gesture of raising their weapons, with swords and guns pointing to the sky, as if responding to Yan Kong's oath. The sound echoed through the valley and turned into a force that could not be ignored. Yan Kong slowly walked back to Feng Huo's Palanquin, his steps steady but with a hint of fatigue. When passing by him, the soldiers along the way stopped, bowed or saluted him, and greeted him respectfully: "Lord Yan Kong." Although he did not have an official military position, his bravery and decisiveness in this battle of blood and fire had been deeply engraved in the hearts of every soldier, and respecting him as such became a consensus.
Yan Kong merely nodded slightly, his face devoid of any extra expression. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, occasionally gesturing with his hand before continuing to walk forward, the blade still gripped firmly in his hand, its edge stained with the blood of the battlefield, radiating a chilling light.
As he reached the palanquin, Yan Kong bent down and slipped inside. The atmosphere within was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, as if this place existed in a realm of tranquility separate from the turmoil. Feng Huo was seated, head bowed as he sifted through several documents, maintaining an upright posture and an air of calmness that was characteristic of him. Beside him stood an official, whispering reports.
Yan Kong's arrival seemed to have no effect on Feng Huo's train of thought; he merely lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze lingering on Yan Kong for a moment before gesturing to the official. The official immediately closed his mouth, bowed slightly, and quickly exited the palanquin, shutting the door behind him.
"Prepare to depart," Feng Huo said in a calm tone, waving his hand. The bearers outside reacted instantly, disengaging their defensive mode. The heavy shields made a clattering sound as they retracted into their arms, returning to normal transport status.
In the distance, a commanding officer's voice rang out: "All troops form up, prepare to depart!" The entire unit began to rearrange in an orderly fashion, soldiers gripping their weapons with synchronized steps. The Heavy Mechs emitted deep rumbling sounds as they slowly powered up, the formation moving like a rolling tide of iron deeper into the mountain path.
Yan Kong leaned against one side of the palanquin, closing his eyes with the blade resting across his lap. His breathing gradually steadied as his body swayed gently with the motion of the palanquin. He remained silent but felt a tension within him, alert for any impending danger. Meanwhile, Feng Huo continued to handle his documents, the atmosphere inside the palanquin quiet and oppressive, only interrupted by the sounds of soldiers' footsteps and the mechanical noises of vehicles echoing throughout the valley.
The dim light inside the palanquin contrasted sharply with the muffled sounds of soldiers and machinery outside, amplifying Yan Kong's rising anger. His gaze fixated on Feng Huo, who remained engrossed in his paperwork, the pen scratching against paper producing crisp sounds. His movements were unhurried and deliberate, exuding an irritating calmness and indifference.
Yan Kong's grip on the hilt tightened instinctively as his anger flared like a growing flame. The haunting screams from earlier on the battlefield echoed in his mind alongside images of blood splattering, while this man before him seemed completely unaffected by it all. That nonchalant attitude pricked at Yan Kong's nerves.
With a sudden motion, Yan Kong sheathed his blade with such force that it produced a deep resonating sound within the confined space of the palanquin. The noise reverberated like an alarm bell. He glared coldly at Feng Huo, waiting for a reaction from him, hoping to see even a flicker of emotion or hint of unease.
However, Feng Huo kept his head down, not shifting his gaze from the documents for even a moment. His pen continued its work on paper as if he had not noticed Yan Kong’s deliberate provocation at all. He seemed wrapped in an impenetrable layer of calmness that nothing could disturb.
Yan Kong furrowed his brow tightly, eyes narrowing slightly as he clenched his fists discreetly. He gritted his teeth; the rising tide of ignored indignation threatened to overwhelm him.
At that moment, the soft whirring sound of a small retrieval robot broke the tense silence. The little machine rolled up beside Yan Kong, its round body wobbling slightly as its camera turned toward him and emitted several familiar beeping sounds.
It emitted a series of messages in binary language, quickly translated into text through Yan Kong's Brain-Computer: "Congratulations, Lord Yan Kong, on your safe return! Congratulations! You are truly amazing!"
Yan Kong paused for a moment, his tightly clenched fist relaxing slightly. He looked down at the little robot that was trying so hard to please him, a hint of barely perceptible helplessness crossing his face. He extended a hand and gently patted the top of the robot, as if comforting his exceptionally loyal Follower.
Yet, the anger within him had not fully dissipated; he still felt something weighing heavily on his chest. He raised his head again, casting a cold gaze at Feng Huo. His lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately suppressed all his emotions and returned to his seat. The air inside the carriage seemed even more oppressive than before, as Yan Kong's gaze silently collided with Feng Huo's indifference.
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