Looking at Zhao Ying before him.
So youthful and beautiful, her maidenly face of peerless beauty shone through.
This Commander of Five Hundred, Chen Fen, also had his eyes light up, but soon calmed himself, and asked gently, "All names from Sha Village are here. Your elder brother was conscripted?"
Clearly, Chen Fen himself was a little surprised.
"My brother enlisted eleven months ago, and he also went to the Han battlefield."
"But his name is not on any of these three lists," Zhao Ying replied softly.
At this moment.
Hope was also kindling deep in Zhao Ying's heart.
Her brother's name was not on the wounded or killed lists—did that not mean he might still be alive?
"What's your brother's name?" Chen Fen asked.
"Zhao Feng," Zhao Ying replied immediately.
"What did you say?"
"Zhao Feng?"
Chen Fen's eyes widened, looking at Zhao Ying with utter shock.
"What's happened to my brother?" Zhao Ying's expression changed.
