The setting sun was like blood, splashing on the martial arts field of Lingyun Dynasty Zhennan Army. The turbid mud has been repeatedly trampled by thousands of pairs of military boots, and the smell of sweat and rust permeates the hot and humid air.
Yunfeng knelt on one knee in the muddy water. His black outfit had already been soaked through. The white washed fabric clung to his spine, outlining the young man's lean but tight muscle lines. The iron gun in his hand was stuck diagonally in the mud, and a drop of dark red blood was condensed on the tip of the gun - it was a new wound left by the other soldier accidentally grazing his left brow bone when he was sparring with his fellow soldiers just now, and a red mark was added to the old pale scar.
"Yunniba! Are you playing with your mud-land marksmanship again?" The rough voice approached with the sound of footsteps. It was the bull of the same team. The strong man carried half a bucket of cold water and poured it on Yunfeng's head without any explanation, "Take a rest for a while, the captain will lecture you later. If you soak it any longer, your bones will grow roots!"
