C481 Eight Hundred Surrendered Soldiers

There was a trace of blood that had yet to dry on Huo Qubing's handsome face, and specks of blood dotted his bright red armor like stars in the sky.

At this moment, Huo Qubing stood in the center of the tent with his chest puffed up. His back was like a towering mountain, standing tall and upright. His bloodstained armor, his bleeding face