Mu Yangling led them to clean up the battlefield. Out of the 55 people, only 42 survived. Mu Yangling picked out the corpses of those from Nearhill Village and got someone to dig a hole on the spot. "Let their families come here to collect the corpses later."
Liu Yong walked to Mu Yangling's side and asked curiously as he looked at the miserable-looking Hus on the ground, "Didn't they say that the Hus are excellent fighters? That even five Han Chinese are no match for one Hu?"
Mu Yangling squatted down to take a look, her expression solemn. Although they were all wearing Hu costumes, they were not military uniforms. "They're not soldiers. They're just ordinary Hu civilians."
"Then will the village chief and the others encounter soldiers?" If the ordinary Hu civilians were already so powerful, how powerful were the soldiers?
"We'll rest here for 15 minutes before leaving."
