Ning Chen sent Yuan Long and the others off to their work and went through the ledgers of captured supplies himself.

Captured weapons, warhorses, grain and fodder... these were the supplies that mattered.

So he read them closely.

When he was done, he left the camp on horseback and rode out past its edge.

The ground was cratered, the air was thick with gunsmoke, and bodies lay everywhere!

The dead were hauled off cartload after cartload to a mass grave.

The bodies had to be disposed of fast. If plague broke out, they'd be in real trouble.

The Great Xuan's soldiers didn't have to lift a finger. Prisoners made the best labor there was.

Yuan Long and the others were run off their feet, rushing back and forth.

Every soldier's battle merits had to go into the records, so that rewards could be handed out according to merit once they got home.

Ning Chen rode back and went to a different tent.

This was where Tantai Qingyue was being held.

He went in, glanced at the untouched food, then turned his gaze to Tantai Qingyue. She looked drawn and haggard.

"What, not to your taste? This is an army camp. Jerky and hardtack are as good as it gets... More than seventy thousand of your Xiliang men will never get the chance to eat again!"

Tantai Qingyue looked at him coldly.

Ning Chen walked over, picked up a rock-hard flatbread and took a bite. "Xiliang lost more than seventy thousand dead this time," he said evenly. "More than twenty thousand ran, and every one of the rest was taken prisoner... Tantai Qingyue, you lost, and you lost badly!"

"But I lost more than ten thousand dead and wounded myself, and Xiliang is going to answer for that."

Tantai Qingyue's face went cold as frost. "You have killed so many people. Retribution will come for you!"

Ning Chen laughed coldly. "Grow up. You think war is playing house? The minute Xiliang started picking this fight, it should have seen today coming... One general's fame, ten thousand bones! Show me a war…