War was often a matter of fighting spirit.
As long as the army's morale was high, as long as they still had fighting spirit, they would never lose.
Zhou Shu's appearance made the people of Great Wei's fighting spirit rise to an unbelievable level.
On the contrary, the commander of the enemy from beyond the heavens had been killed by Zhou Shu, and their fighting spirit had dropped to rock bottom.
The battle became a one-sided massacre.
The enemies were quickly slaughtered.
Almost a third of them died under Zhou Shu's sword.
Zhou Shu was like a god of death when he went crazy on the battlefield.
Huff—
When the battle ended, everyone was breathing heavily, their faces filled with surprise.
To them, this was an out-and-out victory.
"Long live Your Highness!" someone shouted, and then everyone shouted together.
Zhou Shu's face was full of black lines. Long live? Are you cursing me?
