C159 The war of the bandit

The crescent moon hung on the branches of the willow tree, and the clear moonlight illuminated a bunch of ghost-like black shadows.

There were about thirty to forty people in this group, their military uniforms were tattered, and their bodies were stained with blood. Leading the group was an officer who was dragging his feet.

Qi Zichao walked in a daze, he did not know the direction