War raged, and the people suffered. Lu Yan, a modern person, transmigrated to a historical dynasty with memories of his past life and became the magistrate of Shannan County.
He had no grand ...
"yes!"
Li Kui responded loudly and immediately found a nearby messenger.
To relay Chen Qingwan's orders.
The melodious sound of gongs echoed across the battlefield.
The soldiers of Shannan Prefecture stopped their pursuit and began cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded.
Chen Qingwan gazed into the distance, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Although Shannan Prefecture won the war, it also paid a considerable price.
She hoped this would teach Java a lesson and deter them from invading Sanam province again.
"Let's go, Brother Li,"
Chen Qingwan turned to Li Kui and said.
"Let's go check on the wounded."
She spurred her horse forward, with Li Kui following closely behind, never leaving her side.
The blood-red setting sun cast its light upon the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The ground was littered with corpses and broken weapons.
Chen Qingwan felt a sense of satisfaction but also an overwhelming sense of desolation.
Let's go.
Chen Qingwan said.
Li Kui nodded and silently followed behind her.
Chen Qingwan rode her horse slowly across the battlefield.
The smell of blood mixed with the stench of dirt and horse sweat made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
She frowned slightly and raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.
On the battlefield, a large number of corpses lay scattered about.
Some of them died with their eyes open, unable to close them in peace;
Some closed their eyes forever, as if they were just asleep.
Broken weapons lay scattered on the ground, stained with blood.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it shimmered with a breathtaking light.
Where is the wounded soldiers' camp located?
Chen Qingwan asked Li Kui behind her.
Li Kui rode forward and stood side by side with Chen Qingwan.
"Reporting to Miss Chen, it's in that open space behind us."