Chapter 421: Handling the Corpses

The Soldiers below immediately began to round up the captives, driving them together to squat down, then waited for the King to come down and issue the next set of orders.

Baifeng first had the Soldiers on the city wall throw down the corpses of the enemies up there so they could be dealt with all at once later, but while clearing them, they spotted the corpse of one of their own.

This matter was quite serious, so they hurriedly called Baifeng over; Baifeng was also somewhat surprised, as the enemies who had climbed the city wall and their Weapons should not have posed much of a threat to Soldiers wearing armor like theirs, so why did this happen?

As it turned out, when Baifeng turned the person over, he discovered the wound was on the head, right in the temple; although they had helmets, they could not withstand blunt force, and the Stone Axe weapons of the Suiren tribe happened to count as blunt weapons.

Smashing into a person, given the quality of their armor, the worst that should have happened to the Soldiers was a fracture, unless the Suiren tribe had improved their weapons into ones truly suitable for armor-piercing, but clearly, with their imagination, that was impossible to achieve.

As for this Soldier, Baifeng also felt it was a pity, but could only say his luck was not good enough; in such a great battle, only a few people died, and only he was truly killed by the enemy.

Baifeng had no choice but to have people carry the corpse down, and after cleaning it, find a time to bury it.

Afterward, he took a group of officials out of the city gate to clean up the battlefield; when he was up above, he already knew very clearly that this war was tragic, after all, in a primitive society, firearms had already appeared.

But when he stepped down, it was all blood-mud and flesh-mud, and he still felt a chill in his heart; no matter how cold-blooded a person is, it is impossible to remain calm when seeing such a tragic scene.

According to news from the Navy, the Suiren tribe had completely left this place, the camp had only been dealt with simply, and they had left in a great hurry; Baifeng also knew that the current Suiren tribe should not launch such a large-scale attack again, perhaps after they had thought it through and had a perfect plan, attacking again was not impossible, but in the short term, they had to retreat first.

Thus, Baifeng had the Navy withdraw, park the Boats, and the Soldiers go to rest.

But how to deal with the nearly ten thousand corpses before them became a trouble; even throwing them into the river, he feared it would block the river channel.

So Baifeng was still somewhat worried, and it was impossible to just let these corpses pile up here forever.

He had no choice but to seek the opinions of others, but no one had any good ideas, nothing more than throwing them in the river, burning, or burying them.

Baifeng simply stopped thinking about it and just used several methods; it was safe now, so everyone came out to help, throwing a portion into the river, but they dared not throw too many, as they had just thrown in several thousand people earlier; if one were to speak of it in a mysterious way, who knows how many vengeful spirits were in the water now; Baifeng himself did not dare to enter the river, it was chilling, and psychological attacks were more terrifying than physical ones.

But everyone now also believed in these myths of gods, yet they were not afraid of ghosts; people die when they die, what is there to fear after death? So Baifeng did not throw his own theory at the crowd, otherwise, this river channel could have become a nightmare for everyone; if I don't know, I'm not afraid.

The remaining corpses were pulled downwind, further away; bury them if possible, and if there were not enough pits to dig, then burn them; with so many corpses, he did not know how long it would take to burn.

If buried, he feared a summer rainstorm would wash them back out, and then it would be even harder to deal with.

As for those captives, Baifeng simply let them work too; someone had already roughly counted them, over eleven hundred people, and they were already considered very lucky.

These were labor, so Baifeng had a dozen Handcarts brought over, definitely the old ones that were about to be discarded, and then let those captives pile the corpses of their own tribesmen onto the carts and slowly pull them downstream along the Dahe.

The Huaxia tribesmen, after all the corpses were pulled away, were to wash away the blood with water, and after washing, spread Lime and soil, otherwise, this city gate would definitely stink so much that no one would want to pass by.

Baifeng also went to deal with the corpses; he always felt that if he did not watch them being handled, he would not be at ease; after walking a distance, feeling the place was still not quite right, a Soldier suddenly ran over and said to Baifeng: "King, I remember there is a sinkhole in that place, quite deep and large, it should be able to bury a lot of people in there."

When Baifeng recalled, there really was such a place; as for the formation of that pit, Baifeng could not say; if one called it a Meteorite crater, it did not look like one, because there was almost no semi-circular transition, but rather it was almost a straight, deep pit.

Baifeng could only guess that perhaps it was a nest made by some kind of animal, but it was flooded by rain, and with an exit with enough height difference, it was slowly washed larger and larger over the years (I am not making this up, it is really like this; we used to fill them in after seeing them, otherwise, a hole you couldn't see could have a person's leg stuck in it after a heavy rain, and after another one, it could fit a whole person.)

Thus, Baifeng had everyone head toward the sinkhole; when they arrived, Baifeng first observed it, and it was indeed large and deep enough, just like a natural well that one could not see the bottom of.

Baifeng suddenly had an idea, so he had a Soldier find a large handful of wormwood, pressed it tight, stuffed two stones inside, and lit it with fire.

The wormwood instantly crackled and burst into flames; Baifeng threw this ball of fire down from the mouth of the hole, and it took several seconds before it landed on the ground, but the fire did not go out. The four or five-meter-wide pit mouth still showed no light at the bottom, which was enough to show its depth.

Thus, Baifeng had people collect all kinds of things that could burn and throw them into the pit; the Soldier beside him guessed Baifeng's idea but still asked, and Baifeng nodded and said to everyone: "Right here, burn them all; no need to dig pits to bury them."

Afterward, everyone took action; when there was enough material below, they threw the fire down again, and when the fire was very strong, they poured the corpses down cart by cart, and kept adding firewood afterward to ensure the fire would not go out.

But slowly, foul-smelling thick smoke began to drift around, and corpse oil appeared at the mouth of the pit, making it impossible for anyone to move forward, and Baifeng felt he had given another foolish order.

But only a small portion of the corpses had been dealt with, and it was still far from being finished.

Baifeng looked at the flowing Dahe in the distance, hardened his heart, and still had the Soldiers just throw the corpses into the river, but they had to pull them further and further downstream before throwing them in.

At worst, for these few years, they would not go into the river, not eat the fish and shrimp in this river, and not drink the water from this river; a heavy rainstorm and the resulting flood peak would be enough for the river to purify itself.

As for the fat fish and shrimp, and the corpses that "accidentally" flowed downstream, it would be a bargain for the tribes downstream; they shouldn't mind, right?