"My lord, let's go this way…"
Xu Hu led Chen Qing past a place where soldiers' corpses were still being collected. This area, due to the techniques of the dying dragon, was perennially shrouded in snow and wind. If the dead were not removed promptly, they would be completely buried by the blizzard, making retrieval much more troublesome. The bodies would likely become frozen chunks of meat.
"It's alright, I'll take a look…" Chen Qing passed by those collecting the corpses, each hurriedly saluting. Chen Qing saluted back one by one, and looking at the ground covered with corpses, he said, "These days, have the losses been great?"
"Not small…" Xu Hu said with a wry smile, "To be ready to support Lady Ziyue at any time, Beihai City is our only stronghold. Ever since the Path of Yin and Yang turned into a place of the underworld, the attacks by the giant serpents have never stopped. In these ten days alone, we've lost more soldiers than in the past half year…"
