Dawn slowly lifted its curtain, and blood had dyed the land red, brilliantly juxtaposed against the great red lantern rising in the east; the air was still thick with the stench of blood, as if recounting the horrific brutality of the previous night.
The war had come to an end, and small groups of Austrian soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, while occasionally, a group of prisoners was escorted past, proving who the real victor of this war was.
General Grig ordered, "Dispose of the enemy corpses as quickly as possible, we don't have enough priests in our army to send them off!"
The summer of 1848 arrived unusually early, with temperatures rising to 32°C in May. To prevent an epidemic, there was no choice but to burn the bodies.
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Giant flames began to burn, and a group of priests walked out from among the prisoners to partake in the farewell ceremony; General Grig did not stop them.
