The sun rose to the zenith, blood-red floating on the sea. Longships drifted near the shore, clearing the battlefield after the battle. The sailors fished out the goods from the sea, captured the overboard prisoners, and handled the dead bodies. The Kingdom's warriors laughed and chatted loudly, cutting off the heads as trophies, perceiving the fierce battle just now as mere routine.
In fact, in such a one-sided battle, there was indeed no pressure. Only about a dozen were lightly injured, three or four seriously injured, while two died from poison arrows. Meanwhile, the dead or overboard Xiguayou people covered the coast, numbering probably a full two hundred!
"Praise the Chief Divine! He guides us to reunite once again!"
