It was exactly mid-morning, the sun high in the sky, dust billowing outside Gansha City, black smoke rising at the South City Gate, and a thick layer of corpses piled beneath the city walls.
"Hurry up!"
"Everyone, speed up, don't be lazy."
The Wei Army commanded the defectors to move the bodies out of the city, transporting them outside to be piled together. The corpses of the Wei Army and the Jin Xia Army soldiers were separated, then doused with kerosene and burned to prevent plague.
A breeze swept in, stirring the scent of blood and burning flesh from the ground, carrying it into the city.
On the city wall, the banner of Jin Xia had already been replaced with the military flag of Great Wei. The weary Wei soldiers leaned against the battlements, resting and taking turns on guard.
Chen Mo, facing the sun, sat atop the city wall. Yu Zhu wet a towel and knelt beside Chen Mo, wiping the blood off his face.
