Chu Yexuan's gun fell to the ground, and his body fell like a fallen leaf.
Is it finally over? The moment his consciousness disappeared, Chu Yexuan suddenly felt a sense of relief. If there really is an afterlife, he must not be so tired!
Rows of soldiers stood straight and orderly around the carriage. At first glance, it seemed that most of them were injured in some way. The intricately patterned knives they wore on their waists stung Chu Yexuan's eyes. Who can tell him what era this is?