With these dozens of men outside, it was equivalent to spending the military pay of over a thousand soldiers.
The killing among them gradually bred more and more fear.
The main reason was that some people chose to flee in defeat while fighting, then turned into bandits.
It was only natural for fleeing soldiers to become bandits.
Then there were those who, after winning, returned and vented their emotions by casually killing and robbing nearby residents, relieving the pressure of killing and being killed.
Such things were common in ancient times.
In Wenren Sheng's eyes, this world was slowly changing.
It was gradually transforming from an ordinary ancient detective-story world into something mysterious, bizarre, and supernatural.
Just like The Detective Di Renjie he had watched before.
Cases that had never been bizarre in the first place suddenly gave rise to all manner of strange happenings.
For example, there was the Blood-Dripping Eagle case in The Detective Di Renjie.
Back then, even Li Yuanfang had nearly believed it was real.
And now, this ancient detective world was developing toward the supernatural.
At last, one day, the situation reached the point where quantitative change brought about qualitative change.
After three months of such intense mutual hunting and killing, the First Prince and Second Prince were already utterly exhausted.
Of course, this exhaustion did not mean they themselves were tired.
It simply meant they were running out of silver.
Both sides were spending money like water.
Rewards after every battle, compensation for the dead and wounded, equipment repairs, weapon purchases.
Real combat was not a game.
Blades chipped, and armor broke.
Repair expenses alone were a huge sum.
This forced the two princes to tighten their belts.
Of course, their frugality merely meant cutting off those extravagant expenses.
Still, it was not bad