C1441 The Yanlan Tribe

In the afternoon, Zheng Zhan's heart tightened as he looked at the dust rising from the distant wilderness. When he stood up with his wounded hand wrapped in bandages, he looked back at the rest of the soldiers in the camp. Most of them looked weak.

After the battle from before, they were basically exhausted. Many of them were even in a coma.

If they wanted to fight again