Just as the moon was rising to the middle of the sky, the huge trees that stood strong and tall started to wither rapidly. The tree branches and leaves dropped onto the ground, accompanied by the sounds of spluttering. It did not take long before the whole forest was a pile of green on the ground. With arms across each other's shoulders, the Persians and Khmers walked out of the forest looking tired. Even though they were still bleeding from wounds on their bodies and brown-colored blood stains covered their faces, every one of them was laughing joyously. They had won!
The irritating smell of curry that had perfumed the small town vanished completely.
The young Persian warrior leader and the middle-aged Khmer captain walked shoulder-to-shoulder into Wen Leyang's campsite. They laughed as they nodded towards Gu Xiaojun. They did not seem concerned for their own safety.
