At this moment, the soul and will of the previous transmigrator were so strong that they forcibly pushed Henry Clark's soul out.

Thus, Henry Clark's soul hovered just above this body, half an inch apart.

"Hang!"

A soldier kicked with his foot.

The stool under his foot was kicked over, and his whole body hung down.

A heart-wrenching, miserable wail rang out instantly.

"King of soldiers Brother Clark, I'll leave sister-in-law to you, and Lan'er to you."

"to do, to touch, to fuck!"

The previous transmigrator's voice grew more and more painful, yet was filled with infinite hope.

"Bro, I'm going home, I'm going home."

"Remember, go to the old place and dig up the tablet, okay? When there's thunder and lightning, you can get online. When there's a solar flare, you can get online too."

"Bro, you were always so kind to me. You knew this was the best outcome for you, but you never wanted to do it. In the end, Heaven made the choice for you."

"Bro, if I really make it home, I'll send you a WeChat message..."

Then, all sounds disappeared.

It stopped.

The body was taken down.

Several specialized coroners stepped forward to check breathing, heartbeat, pupils, and pulse.

After confirming death, they turned to George Washington and said, "Sir, Henry Clark is dead!"

George Washington exchanged a glance with James Sullivan, then with Edward Tate.

Then, the three of them fixed their gaze on Henry Clark's corpse, their faces cold, their eyes cruel.

Next, George Washington gave no pre-battle speech.

He gazed into the distance at the Taiping Army positions several times over.

His heart was full of heroic passion, and full of sorrow.

He drew his sword and pointed it toward the Taiping Army.

"Begin the battle!"

At his command,

Thousands of troops and horses charged toward Banping Mountain.

On the river, warships surged forward.

Battle flags fluttered, war drums thundered, cannons roared to the heavens.

The great battle erupted.

This was the most important battle for the Xiang Army.

It was also the most important battle in the entire southern theater.

……

"These are your brother's belongings, and this is your brother's body. Please accept them."

An officer, expressionless, handed over a box with a lock hanging from it.

After handing over the items, the officer left coldly, even casting a look of disgust at Henry Clark's corpse.

Leaving William Clark of Westlyn alone, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You just had to cause trouble, just had to be restless, and now look, you've died here."

"How am I supposed to explain this to A'ma when I go home? How do I explain to E'niang?"

The more he cried, the sadder he became. He had hated this younger brother before, but now, seeing him lying cold in the coffin, William Clark was overwhelmed with grief, unable to stop himself from hugging his brother's corpse.

"All you knew was how to make trouble. Now you've just up and died, do you know how much trouble you've brought to the family? A'ma has been dismissed from office, and I've been demoted too."

"E'niang was always the most partial, always loved you the most. Now that you're gone, how is he supposed to go on?"

Just then, Little Eunuch Olivia rushed over.

"Second Master, Second Master..."

"I brought Anna Young here, I brought Anna Young here, why didn't you wait for me!"

Olivia threw himself onto the coffin, crying his heart out.

"Second Master, I'm going to kill George Washington, I'm going to make it big, I'll do everything I can to avenge you!"

Olivia's fingernails scraped the coffin, using so much force that several nails flipped up, his fingers bleeding profusely, yet he felt no pain.

And at that moment—

The already dead Henry Clark opened his eyes, his body suddenly twitching.

William Clark thought it was a hallucination, but when he looked down, he saw his younger brother Henry Clark staring wide-eyed at him.

A ghost!

A corpse has come back to life!

William Clark's eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted.

But after a moment of shock, Olivia was overjoyed.

"Don't faint, don't faint! Hurry, close the coffin lid, hurry and run, hurry and run!"

Then, not caring about the half-conscious William Clark, Olivia hurriedly closed the coffin lid, leaving a small gap.

After that, he drove the carriage alone, racing northward.

Quickly leaving the Xiang Army's territory.

……

On the official road.

A carriage sped along.

Several strong servants rode horses, guarding the carriage front and back.

They had already traveled dozens of miles, far enough to be safe.

Olivia and William Clark stepped forward and worked together to open the coffin lid.

Earlier, they had only focused on escaping and didn't dare to check. Now, thinking back, they felt that seeing Henry Clark open his eyes must have been a hallucination, a result of their overwhelming grief.

Now, they finally dared to open the coffin and check.

It wasn't a hallucination.

Inside, Henry Clark was lying there, eyes open, even smiling at them, then sat up straight.

He felt fantastic now, his soul fully in control of this body again, the feeling of perfect command had returned.

Moreover, Henry Clark clearly felt his strength growing, his energy increasing, even surpassing what it was before transmigrating.

Olivia was overjoyed and threw himself into Henry Clark's arms.

He was only a little over fifteen this year, still a child.

William Clark was also overjoyed, not even having time to wonder how Henry Clark had come back to life.