As the deafening shouts of slaughter faded away, corpses lay on the battlefield on the northern slopes of the woodlands in northern Handanare.

The humus soil of this woodland is unusually soft, and three thunder rhinos carrying heavy military supplies slowly walked down the hillside, leaving three rows of huge footprints between the forest roads opened up by hundreds of loggers in the forest farm, these thunder rhinos nearly twenty meters long and more than nine meters tall look more like three-masted sailing ships on land, and each thunder rhino is full of various materials.

These thunder rhinos have four thick thighs, and with each step, their bulky hooves sink deep into the soft dirt. The footprints were more than a meter in diameter and half a meter deep, and looked like a trap for horses specifically designed to prevent cavalry charges.

Behind him was a group of soldiers in metal armor, belonging to the 4th Brigade of the 57th Heavy Infantry Regiment under the command of Duke Newman, who had been withdrawn from the front a week ago, and after a week of repairs, they were now tasked with clearing the battlefield on the northern slope.

The cleaning of the battlefield was due to the captain of the 4th Brigade, Baron Sidney, if it were not for the fact that he was the younger brother of the wife of the commander of the infantry regiment, the beauty of this cleaning of the battlefield would have fallen on the infantrymen of the 4th Brigade, and the bodies of the fallen soldiers were carried to the corpse trucks, and their armor and weapons were stamped with the steel stamp of the 57th Infantry Regiment, which belonged to the property registered on the Infantry Regiment's supply list.

These ordnance damage can be repaired, and if it can't be repaired, it can be replaced at the logistics office, but when cleaning the battlefield, there is no way to include these equipment as trophies, and as for the relics of the dead compatriots, the soldiers who clean the battlefield will not take it privately, unless it is not the mercenaries of the legion headquarters or the private army of the local noble lords.

The removal of the nameplate of each fallen soldier's body means that the soldier has officially died, and the nameplate will be sent to the soldier's hometown along with the victim's personal belongings and a pension.

The only thing that can make the soldiers who clean up the battlefield reap the oil and water is to loot the belongings of the dead enemies on the battlefield.

After the front-line soldiers kill the enemy, the enemy's head and the most valuable part of the body will be collected by the soldiers of the forward line, followed by some auxiliaries will take advantage of the situation on the battlefield to loot a round, and the infantry regiment that cleans the battlefield is already the third or even the fourth round, and the benefits that can be obtained from the enemy are not much, but there will still be many valuable things to be found carefully.

The legion that fought against the Hell Devil Legion on the northern slope of the forest farm this time was the 4th and 7th Constructed Knights under the command of Duke Newman, Duke Newman, as well as the 57th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 59th Heavy Infantry Regiment of the Brothers.

At the beginning of the battle, under the rain of steel arrows after the volley of the chief archers of the heavy infantry regiment, three hundred evil spirits were surrounded by a thousand armored knights, and when the armored knights used wolf pack tactics to nibble away at these evil spirits little by little, they did not expect that another evil ghost wandering nearby received a distress signal and quickly rushed to the west side of the northern slope of the forest farm, and the remaining evil spirits took the opportunity to break through.

The Seventh Knights of Formation pursued along the way, and hundreds of demon corpses were left on the road.

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A few vultures hovered above the blue sky and white clouds, and the smell of horse manure was mixed in with the dirt.

Surdak carried a square shield on his back, a steel axe with an ebony handle hanging from his waist, and a bulging sack of hemp on his shoulder, which seemed to be heavy in blood, leaving a deep footprint on the soft humus of the woodland with every step.

The rest of the team is carrying the corpses of human warriors on the battlefield, and after the team leader confirms that they are dead, there will be experienced veterans who are hastily sorting out their remains, and all the severed limbs and stumps scattered elsewhere are also picked up, pieced together, and wrapped in linen into mummy-like shapes, and the identity badges and valuable relics of the fallen soldiers will be put into uniform linen bags, tied together with the corpses, and transported back to the camp.

Perhaps this kind of battlefield cleaning work is done too much, and every veteran's face looks a little numb.

Veteran Sam would wrap the corpse and mutter, 'You are dust, and you will return to dust ...... when you die', not to comfort the souls of the deceased, but to comfort themselves.

Surdak was a little tired of hearing it, but his task of cleaning up the battlefield was not to deal with the dead human warriors, as the only warrior in the squad who had mastered the art of skinning, Surdak was responsible for collecting the corpses left behind by the demons on the battlefield.

Although the unusually precious black-veined demon skin on the heads and chests of these demons had been cut off, there were still many valuable materials on these corpses, which would need to be handled by a warrior with experience in skinning like Surdak.

Less than twenty meters away from Surdak lay on the stomach a demon corpse more than three meters high, the dark purple blood on his body had completely coagulated, and the wound left on his neck seemed to have been chopped by a mountain axe, although the wound was not neat, but there were no more traces of cutting, it was obvious that an experienced warrior cut off the head of the demon and took it away.

Holding a bloody horn-tipped knife in his hand, Surdak sliced through the cloth armor woven from an unknown material on the demon's corpse, revealing an iron-blue shoulder, a palm-sized black reinforcement along the muscle texture of the shoulder.

Surdak breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wishing that his luck was really good, and he actually harvested five of these small black-veined demon skins along the way, and he squatted down and carefully used his knife to cut the demon demon skin, which was tougher than raw cowhide, and only made an inch-long cut, and the horn knife could no longer cut it.

Surdak could only pull out the knife, took out a fist-sized whetstone from his bosom and sharpened it twice on the blade, and then cut the skin with much ease.

There is not much left of the blade of this knife, every time Surdak sharpens the knife, he will be very careful, to prolong the life of this peeling knife, this peeling knife needs to be sent to the blacksmith shop to repair the edged steel, the blacksmith skills here in the camp are average, and the maintenance fee charged is very expensive, Surdak is ready to return to the town of Handanar and find a small blacksmith shop in the town, so that at least three silver hammers can be saved.

Surdak's hands were stained with dark purple viscous blood, he put the bloody black vein demon skin into his pocket, and continued to search for other valuable materials on the headless demon corpse, the large black veined demon skin on his back had been peeled off, but unfortunately the black veins on the demon's buttocks had not been fully generated, and had not formed a complete pattern, he sighed softly, and then set his eyes on the evil ghost's

He grabbed one of the demons' corpse's arms with both hands, trying to turn the corpse completely over, so that the demon's chest and abdomen were facing the sky.

But this corpse was too heavy, and he could only call to Sam, the veteran who was carrying the corpse not far away: "Hey, I said man, hurry up and help me, I want to turn this big guy over, maybe there will be a complete black devil pattern on his abdomen......"

Sam's face was covered with brown freckles, and when he laughed, he showed a mouthful of rotten teeth, and he put down the roll of linen in his hand, and walked over to Surdak with a big grin, and said, "Haven't you woken up yet, Dark?" If there were demon patterns on the abdomen, this demon would not be lying in the dirt like this. ”

Although Sam complained to Surdak in a mocking tone, he did not stop his steps, walked straight to the demon corpse, hugged one of the legs of the demon corpse, and helped Surdak turn the demon body over.

A large piece of demonic skin on the demon's chest was cut off, and the blood between the chest and abdomen was drenched, and even a few broken ribs protruded from the fascia, exuding a disgusting fishy smell, Surdak's eyes were attracted by the demon's corpse, and he didn't notice anything strange around him.

Sam on the side let go of the thick thighs of the demon corpse, pointed to the human on the ground who was pressed by the demon, and said in surprise, "Oh my God, who is this?" ”

Instinctively, he stepped forward and lifted the man's face buried in the dirt, and when he touched the man's stubble chin, his eyes widened and he couldn't wait to shout around: "He seems to be breathing, come on, there is a living ...... here"

The soldiers of the second squad, who were scattered elsewhere, heard Sam's shout, quickly put down what they were doing and ran quickly to this side.

The man only had a faint breath, and everyone stood around the survivor's body and said in a rambling voice, "He is not wearing a military uniform, as if he is not one of ours." ”

"So where did he come from?" Another young warrior with a scar on his face half-crouched on the ground said curiously.

…… Wake up......