Teams of Tiesha Tang soldiers moved across the battlefield with torches and carts, dragging and lifting more than two thousand bodies into piles.
Their work was slow, heavy, and gut-wrenching. The stench of blood and the weight of corpses made every step harder. No one spoke unless they had to. The men worked with blank expressions, too exhausted and numb to react anymore.
Their feelings turned even more complicated when they noticed that the men from the Tsuitsui Clan were only carrying away a couple of hundred bodies. Compared to them, the difference was staggering.
Around the camp, the mood was grim. The scale of losses had finally settled in. The survivors of today's battles sat or lay near fires, some blankly staring at nothing, others clutching poisoned wounds.
