October 12th, the east bank of Shostka, controlled by the Prussian Army.
Giles stepped off the pontoon bridge, looking at the bodies piled up on the riverbank.
Aide-de-camp Feliz frowned, "I will oversee the logistics personnel to clear the bodies as soon as possible to prevent an outbreak of plague."
Giles nodded.
At this time, the terrible stench had already made many staff officers cover their noses, but Giles remained indifferent.
He walked solemnly onto the riverside boulevard, looking at the windows and walls blown open by explosives, with only the bodies of Prosen soldiers remaining inside.
Giles, "Are there no bodies of the Ante Army?"
The chief of staff immediately responded, "Report, we believe the bodies of the Ante Army have already been buried in the suburban cemetery."
Giles, "The enemy even had the leeway to do this, which shows that we didn't put much pressure on them at all; they could have continued to defend here, but they retreated."
