Feng Qingxue was taken aback, "What kind of devastation happened in our Caohu?"
"Just as Sister Sanbao described, shell cases and bashed houses could be swept into a small mountain-like pile. The old folks who could not run fast would hide in their homes or in the cellar. Some died, some were lucky to survive. After the war, wails were heard everywhere. Remember the little river nearby the house where you and Xiaoyun lived?"
Feng Qingxue nodded. Indeed, there was a river.
Lu Jiang continued, "That river was filled with corpses. The nearby ditches and gullies were all filled with bodies. Spending days and nights just to cremate and bury them, I remember I went there with the troops to handle it. There were innocent villagers and fallen brothers. I remember it vividly even now. The mountain Sister Sanbao talked about is south of Wanglou and north of Caohu."
At this point, Lu Jiang sighed deeply.
