“Brother Liu! General Liu!” The experts of the Li family examined him carefully, but then they looked at each other and shook their heads.

Qianye saw everything from nearby. He simply didn’t know how to describe the feeling in his heart. The man who had collapsed was above Lu Sha in terms of combat strength and yet he was injured to such a degree. He might not have died at the gates if he hadn’t rushed back so desperately.

Qianye looked to the side and saw a group of people waiting to enter the base. This group contained over thirty people—all of them were wounded and half had to be carried back. A young warrior was sitting on a hand cart and gazing into the distance. His body was covered in bandages, and one of his legs was missing. Ordinary soldiers couldn’t afford the treatment for such an injury, not even those in the aristocratic private armies. His entire life was destined to be accompanied by crutches. The guards at the gate were checking those seeking entry in great detail, and not even the wounded were an exception. No amount of injury could stir any fluctuation in their eyes. Qianye knew that it wasn’t because these soldiers were cold-blooded, but because they had witnessed this scene so many times...