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After everyone settled themselves, they continued on their journey.
Finishing off the wounded, digging pits to bury them, rounding up the horses, collecting the armor, and killing the injured horses to accompany their masters in burial.
The Prince Mansion Guards show no mercy when killing, for they all understand that if not for their formidable array, it would be them lying dead on the ground.
There was no room for pity towards those trying to kill them, especially when the wounded Da Meng knights continued to curse them without stop.
Yet, when two hundred corpses piled together in a pit, it still created an overwhelming impact.
Many guards turned pale, their limbs unsteady.
Chu Zhiyuan found his blood to be cold.
Under the Super Sense, his mind was as calm as still water.
His emotions only mildly stirred.
Thinking of how many Da Jing soldiers and citizens they must have killed, and seeing their corpses, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.
