Here's the translated text:
Suddenly, he noticed a particular scent—the smell of decomposing flesh. Turning toward it, Yan Xiaobao immediately recognized what it was. It was the same smell he had encountered earlier.
Xu Yue's thoughts flashed through Yan Xiaobao's mind as he stopped the army behind him. "Have they sacrificed themselves to distract us? Are they trying to lure us into rushing ahead and falling into a trap?" Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself, shaken by the overwhelming stench. He understood it signified the death of Crusaders, but he also knew that his troops hadn't engaged with the Crusaders yet. If they had, he would have heard the sounds of battle easily.
