Chapter 206: The End of the Southern Line

A gentle breeze blew across the green fields, reaching the rolling mountains. Tall trees spread their branches, concealing the traces of fighting in the forest. The bushes, nourished by life, became even lusher and more verdant. The setting sun lit up the towering stone forts, creating a patchwork of colorful oils painting—the brown-green of the bricks, the black-gray of the smoke, and the dark red of bloodstains.

By evening, the battlefield had fallen silent. Hurled stone projectiles lay scattered among the stone forts, and broken feathered arrows were deeply embedded in the soil. In front of the stone forts, on the battlefield, both the Alliance and the Kingdom's militiamen wore numb expressions and were busily engaged. They collected the relics of fallen samurai and buried the bodies of their respective militias right there. The ground was filled with deep red marks, which not even the rain could wash away. Only the lush green grass could eventually cover the cruel battlefield.