The spring breeze of February swept across the land.
On February 10, the orc army under the command of the Orc Royal Court officially withdrew and returned to the Far North Ice Plains.
This move marked the end of the winter war that had lasted more than three months.
Yet for the soldiers stationed at the three great passes, the cleanup work that followed was just as important.
The snow beyond the passes had long since been churned into heaps of dark red slush by crimson flesh and ghastly white bones.
If it was not handled properly, it could very likely trigger an epidemic as spring gradually warmed.
If it went undetected in time, it could very likely spread to the northern regions of the Northern Frontier.
The soldiers formed up and marched out of the passes, finding suitable burial sites in the areas bordering the Far North Ice Plains.
Digging pits, shoveling snow, transporting, burying.
Besides the soldiers, the cadets from the First Military Academy who had come to observe were also assigned tasks—experiencing the battlefield firsthand and transporting corpses with their own hands.
In truth, these no longer even resembled corpses. They were nothing but pools of bloody mud.
Mixed with melted snow, they gave off a stench impossible to conceal.
Naturally, many cadets visiting a battlefield for the first time turned pale, their stomachs churning, on the verge of vomiting at any moment.
In the massive pits along the border, once the bloody mud had formed a thin layer, the soldiers scattered incendiary agents over it and set the corpses alight.
Blazing flames surged from the enormous pits, creating patches of snowless land amid the icebound Northern Frontier.
No one was born to love war.
If not for the nation and people behind them, they would never