The musketeer regiment soldiers, led by Lu Fei, surged forward like a flood bursting its banks.
They launched a final assault on the remaining Javanese soldiers.
The setting sun was like blood, and the battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
The severed limbs and remains were scattered all over the ground, a shocking sight.
Kong Lufei, Zhang Xun, and Han Sheng were covered in blood.
Standing beside a pile of corpses, gazing at the blood-red sunset in the distance, he remained silent for a long time.
Exhaustion and numbness after killing.
They were momentarily at a loss for words to express their feelings.
Zhang Xun was the first to break the silence.
He let out a long breath, stretched, and said:
"That was a really satisfying battle! I feel like my body is about to fall apart."
He stretched his limbs, and his armor made a clacking sound.
"Yeah, we've finally cleaned up all that trash."
Han Sheng wiped the blood off his face.
His face showed a hint of fatigue, but also a sense of relief.
Lu Fei's tone carried a hint of regret:
"Unfortunately, some escaped."
He gazed into the distance, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Xun laughed nonchalantly:
"Let them run away, they can't have gone very far anyway."
"In this desolate wilderness, even if you are not eaten by wild animals, you will starve to death."
"Once they return to Java and tell their king about our strength, they probably won't dare to invade again."
On the battlefield, thick with the smoke of gunpowder, the smell of blood and dust mingled together, irritating the nasal passages.
In the wounded and sick camp, Chen Qingwan endured her discomfort and approached the wounded soldiers who were lying on makeshift stretchers groaning.
He bent down and carefully inquired about their injuries.
He instructed the accompanying military doctors to do their utmost to treat the patient and not to slack off in the slightest.
"Doctor, you must use the best medicine, you must cure them! Do you hear me?"
Her tone was firm and left no room for argument.
A young soldier had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his arm from a sharp blade; his face was pale, and his lips were cracked.
Chen Qingwan picked up the water pouch and personally fed him water, comforting him gently:
"Don't be afraid, things will get better. The country will not forget your contributions."
The soldier looked at her gratefully, tears welling in his eyes.
At this moment, Lu Yan rode up on his horse, dismounted, and walked straight to Chen Qingwan's side.
"Why did you sound the retreat without my order?"
He spoke with a hint of doubt, his gaze sweeping over the busy soldiers and medical staff around him.
Li Kui hurriedly stepped forward, about to explain, but Chen Qingwan beat him to it.
"Lord Lu, the battle is over. Cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded are the priorities."
Lu Yan was slightly taken aback, then nodded.
"Yes, that makes sense. Treating the wounded is the priority."
He glanced at Chen Qingwan, his eyes filled with a hint of admiration.
Chen Qingwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking:
He performed well; thankfully, he wasn't a warmonger.
"Reporting, sir! The enemy forces in Java have been captured!"
Zhang Xun rode his warhorse, arriving weary from the journey, and excitedly reported on the battle situation.
"Reporting, sir! The musketeer battalion has captured more than a dozen enemy leaders!"
Lu Fei followed closely behind, a hint of smugness on his face.
With one piece of good news after another arriving, a faint smile appeared on Lu Yan's face.
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who had fought so hard.
Some of them were wounded, and some had damaged armor.
Some even had their weapons broken, but their faces were filled with the joy of victory.
An indescribable sense of pride welled up within him, surging through his chest.
Lu Yan unconsciously straightened his posture.
Chen Qingwan watched all this, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Java brought 50,000 troops this time.
A dark mass, like a locust swarm passing through, came with overwhelming force.
Lu Yan only dispatched less than 10,000 troops.
This also includes teams that have just finished a grueling training session.
Yet, it was in this way that they utterly routed these people, leaving them routed and their corpses strewn across the battlefield.
She clenched her fists involuntarily, looking at Lu Yan with a complicated expression.
What kind of power does this man possess?
Why are there such great differences between people?
"Lord Lu, why do you seem to win battles so easily?"
She couldn't help but ask, her tone tinged with curiosity and confusion.
Lu Yan chuckled softly.
"easy?"
"The strength of my Shannan Prefecture is the result of my brothers' tireless training day and night, and our weapons are built with real money."
"What's so easy about this? Do you think I want to go to war?"
"All I want to do is stay home and sleep with my wife!"
"Although I don't have a wife yet."
As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Li Kui in the distance.
"Little Kui, come here! Give me a back massage!"
Li Kui scurried over like a lackey, giving Lu Yan a back massage.
"Sir, is the force appropriate?"
He asked cautiously, afraid of offending the man.
Lu Yan comfortably squinted his eyes.
"Hmm, not bad. When we get back, I'll reward you with ten taels of silver so you can go to the brothel and have a good time!"
Watching this scene unfold, Chen Qingwan's opinion of Lu Yan deepened.
What a fascinating person.
On the surface, he seems carefree and irresponsible, but in reality, he is quite shrewd and unpretentious.
"Sir, what should be done with the prisoners?"
Han Sheng stepped forward and asked, interrupting Lu Yan's enjoyment.
Lu Yan opened his eyes and pondered for a moment.
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