In one of the cities of Great Xia, every place was full of scorched and blood-stained soil after the battle. Rotten smells came from every corner of the city, leaving the volunteer army in khaki clothes with no choice but to cover their noses and pass quickly.
This was already the third day after the fall of the city.
The originally strong Great Xia suddenly seemed to have collapsed. The fire of war was raging everywhere.
All of this happened swiftly.
It happened so quickly that most commoners didn't know what was happening, but still got caught in the turbulence.
At present, Qing Lian was sitting in the residence of one of the aristocratic families. She was reading a book attentively while occasionally looking up at the people in front of her who were having a discussion.
As the commander-in-chief, Su Qing was currently filled with a murderous aura. After all, a person's temperament was molded by their identity and experience.
