Bathed in the light of the rising sun, Count Sriphine stared at the bloody scene before him.
Since Robson was after a swift and decisive battle, he had clearly given no thought to cleaning up. The battlefield was a complete mess.
Count Sriphine couldn't imagine what kind of bloody slaughter had taken place here.
"Sir."
"Have you found the bodies of any human Soldiers?" Count Sriphine asked, looking at the adjutant who had come to report.
The moment Count Sriphine arrived in Ancient Dumu Town, he had rushed to the scene to search for the bodies of human Soldiers.
The military merit and southern factions had always maintained a good relationship on the surface. Moreover, the news of Robson winning victory after victory in a single night, turning the tide of the eastern campaign, was already spreading like wildfire across the Eastern Front. The Frank Kingdom had always held such warriors in high esteem.
