Wang Xuan did not expect an answer from Ma Chao, nor did he care in the slightest. It was already very late after breaking through the pass tonight. As for the pursuit and cleanup, Wang Xuan did not need to worry about them at all. Naturally, it was time to go back and rest.
"All right, that's enough for today. Looks like you still don't understand, Ma'er. See you tomorrow!" With that, Wang Xuan turned his horse and left under the bewildered gazes of the Ma family. Zhao Yun and Dian Wei hurried after him.
Before leaving, Dian Wei looked at Ma Chao's handsome face, suddenly broke into a grin, and said with an obnoxious expression, "Nephew, keep it up! I have high hopes for you!"
Watching Wang Xuan leave, Ma Teng glanced at Ma Chao, who had basically recovered aside from his slightly pale complexion, and sighed. Whether Ma Chao's brainless personality falling into Wang Xuan's hands was a good thing or a bad thing was impossible to say...
All right, it was probably a good thing. Since he could not die no matter what, things could not possibly get worse than they were now.
Early the next morning, the area inside Wang Xuan's city pass had already been cleaned up almost completely. Apart from the blood that had seeped into the ground and could not be washed away, all the corpses had been gathered together.
Of the more than eighty thousand troops in Han Sui's allied army, over forty thousand had died the night before. The corpses began to be burned early that morning. Watching Wang Xuan's army work with such methodical efficiency, the Ma family could not help feeling a chill run through their hearts.
Collecting the corpses, gathering them, burning them in batches—the entire process was