Fan Cun rode his warhorse, returning with Liu Fa.
From the south bank of the Yellow River to the capital, the journey took a full ten days.
After all, following the two continuous pursuits, they had only managed to snatch a single night's sleep in six days, and nearly all the soldiers were exhausted to the limit.
Now returning to the capital, there naturally was no need to travel so quickly.
Even Fan Cun, after driving the Jin soldiers down from the Yellow River, had slept like a log for two days before slowly waking up.
The faces of all the soldiers were brimming with joyful smiles.
When had they ever won such a great victory?
On the way here, they had killed so many Jin soldiers that it became numbing—not just the hand wielding the sword, but their very senses had dulled. So much so that, even now, it felt like living in a dream.
Could it be that the invincible Jin soldiers were defeated in such a rout by us?
A 100,000-strong army, and only 30,000 made it back?
