Now only some laborers are still living in Sancha River Pass, and the city is filled with empty courtyards and houses.
The streets are in chaos, with laborers pushing carts to deliver supplies to various city walls, repairing the walls. Inside the city, many are also cleaning up the corpses left after the heavy rain.
"General Zhang, what do you plan to do with these bodies?"
Walking on the road, Sang Que asked Zhang the Fourth.
Zhang the Fourth replied gruffly, "Under normal circumstances, we should dig a pit to burn them all together, then cover them with lime, but now we are short on supplies and manpower, not enough firewood, and resources like kerosene need to be saved for defending the city. There are still five or six hundred bodies in the pit north of the city that I haven't had time to burn, and it's really troubling me."
"How about I help you deal with them?" Sang Que said.
Zhang the Fourth's eyes brightened but quickly became vigilant, "What do you want to do?"
