The soldiers of the Three Great Estates who had died, they had to clean up and bury their bodies.
What feelings could there be?
Wesley continued to report: "Master, in this battle, there were fifteen soldiers who died, and forty lightly wounded."
Lynn's heart sank slightly, and he spoke to Wesley: "Bring back all their bodies for burial."
"Remember their names, and after returning to the territory, engrave their names onto the stone platform, so that everyone will remember them."
"Also, provide compensation to their families."
Wesley responded solemnly: "Yes, Master!"
Perhaps the surrounding soldiers heard the conversation between Lynn and Wesley.
Their expressions and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.
Just a few hours ago.
They were still chatting with each other, fighting side by side as teammates.
But now, the other party had become a corpse.
But Lynn understood.
In a war, it is inevitable that someone will die.
This is an unavoidable existence.
