Overturning the Imperial Power

The family came to the main hall of the Jiang Mansion.

The dynasty's troops had retreated. The Jiangs already had a number of the casualties the Southwind Ridge had suffered.

"One hundred and three men died. Among the living, no one is wounded." Jiang Tianxiong sounded full of anger. That only meant one thing—the troops had killed whomever they'd seen.

Fortunately, they only advanced to the periphery of the Southwind Ridge. Otherwise, even more people would have died.

"The Xia Dynasty is treating us mountain people like dogs!" Jiang Wentian said angrily.

Jiang Qingyu said, "Father, Tianxiong, keep taking our men into the mountain city, in case anything goes wrong."

"Why? Haven't they retreated already?"

Both Jiang Wentian and Jiang Tianxiong were shocked. They thought things weren't over yet.

"No, not because of that, but because we're going to get revenge," said Jiang Qingyu.