Behind Wang Han, seeing him riding Xiaobai up the mountain, the soldiers escorting the prison cart naturally followed with the cart.
"Creak..." As Wang Han rode Little White to the entrance of the mountain temple, the temple door was pulled open from the inside. The moment the temple door opened, a strong stench of blood rushed out. Mixed with the stench of blood was a faint aroma of food, but it was almost completely masked and mixed with the stench of blood.
"General, all 433 bandits have been killed. Li Shishi killed seven, and Zhao Fujin killed five. The meal is ready. Please come in and have a meal, General." As soon as the temple gate opened, Yang Zhi and the others knelt on one knee in front of Wang Han and shouted loudly as if reporting their war achievements.
"Well done, I've completed everything I asked you to do," Wang Han said with a smile. He dismounted from Xiaobai and walked through the gate. Having been watching the battle closely, Wang Han knew that Yang Zhi had done everything exactly as he had instructed, without any shortcuts, and had even done a better job.
Inside the gate, corpses lay scattered about. In the temple's front courtyard alone, there were more than a hundred bodies, all killed by swords, some even cut in two, their blood staining most of the temple's front courtyard.
Upon entering the temple, they found even more corpses, exceeding two hundred. The small hall was piled high with bodies, and the blood had seeped into the soil like stagnant water. At a high point in the hall, a blood-soaked table had been cleaned and laid out with over a dozen dishes, both meat and vegetables. Not only that, but they had also prepared their own communal meals, including food for the fifty-odd soldiers escorting the prison wagons. Preparing these dishes alone likely took up half the time Wang Han had allotted. Of course, these dishes were prepared by Yang Zhi and his men; Li Shishi and Zhao Fujin, still vomiting, couldn't be relied upon.
The remaining hundred or so bandits also fled to the side hall and other places when they saw that things were not going well, but were caught up and killed by Yang Zhi and his men.
“Eating in a place littered with corpses will be commonplace from now on, so clean up the battlefield after you finish eating. I’m going to train you to be warriors who can terrify the enemy in their dreams,” Wang Han said, and sat down to eat first.
"Li Shishi, Zhao Fujin, come and eat too. You need to get used to eating in this kind of environment. After all, you'll need to maintain your physical strength for battle at any time on the battlefield. The battlefield is much more complicated than bandit suppression." Wang Han not only let Yang Zhi and the others eat first, but also invited Li Shishi and Zhao Fujin.
"Yes, General."
Upon hearing this, the two hesitated for a moment, knowing that Wang Han was telling the truth, and obediently sat down at the same table with him. However, the strong smell of blood, the sight of the food on the table, and the piles of gruesome bandit corpses around them made it difficult for them to swallow.
“After you finish this meal, I will begin to teach you some skills. You can’t learn them well without physical strength,” Wang Han said, picking up his bowl and chopsticks to eat.
Seeing Wang Han start eating and hearing his words, Yang Zhi and the others, though somewhat uneasy, still managed to pick up their bowls and chopsticks and wolf down their food. They had waited so long; finally, Wang Han had spoken. Even Li Shishi and Zhao Fujin quickened their eating, suppressing their urge to vomit as they swallowed their food.
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