The scent of roasted meat lingered in the air all night, but it failed to whet anyone's appetite—in fact, the smell made many in the military camp nauseous, some even vomited. Even those who didn't throw up looked grim.
Shen Hao wasn't used to it either, but what could he do? The brutality of the battlefield rivaled the Xuanqing Guard's interrogation rooms, perhaps even surpassing them. At least, Shen Hao had never seen so many corpses before today. And judging by what Wu Kai and Xu Jie had said earlier, Jianchuan had seen this scene more than once.
Sitting in the temple hall, or even in a tent by Wu Lake, just watching the battle reports could never compare to experiencing the site firsthand.
"Tell the brothers: sleep dressed, keep your weapon at hand, and place the talisman where you can reach it easily. Night vigilance must not be relaxed. By the way, where's that Captain Xu who brought us here?"
