He sat on his warhorse, his helmet tucked under his arm, watching the battlefield.
James looked very young. He had a baby face, making people think that he was only in his twenties or thirties. However, the strength he had just displayed was not weak.
He looked at this victory with no smile on his face.
Fang Ping turned around. Many people had probably died.
"Victory!"
Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard two loud voices behind him.
Fang Ping turned around and saw James raising his spear and pointing it at the battlefield. He shouted again, "Victory!"
"Victory."
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The soldiers on the battlefield also stopped what they were doing. They stood, sat, or rode. They raised their weapons or raised their hands to shout along with James.
"Victory!"
Fang Ping did not shout along, but he felt that it was quite good. No matter what the outcome was, at least they were victorious now.
