At U-Shaped Bay north of Zhenyang, most of the soldiers from Dai Liang's force who had fallen into the water had been washed ashore here. If not dealt with promptly, they could easily cause an epidemic.
While Lan Yuan advanced on Zhenyang, he had the ships from last night retrieve the bodies. At dusk, he ordered the Luling laborers who had surrendered to gather the dead soldiers outside the city and burn them together. The captured soldiers of Eastern Wu were all downcast.
At this moment, Ding Feng was brought outside the pyre. With a solemn expression, Lan Yuan said, "There should be soldiers under General Ding among them, so I invited you to come see them off as well."
"Hmph, still trying to humiliate me?" Ding Feng was deeply resistant, and his brows knitted as he struggled.
Lan Yuan knew that was where his long halberd had struck him. He thus instructed Gao Ling at his side, "Once the funeral here is over, personally escort General Ding to the Medical Battalion for treatment."
"Yes." Gao Ling nodded.
Ding Feng snorted coldly. "No need for this false kindness. I am merely a defeated general—what does it matter whether I'm treated or not?"
Lan Yuan replied with a smile, "If we don't heal General Ding, how will you duel me again in the future?"
"Duel? Why bother? Ding Feng knows he is no match for you. At such a young age, General Lan already possesses such astonishing martial skill. In time, you will surely make your name shake the world. Perhaps only if General Bofu were still alive could he fight you." Ding Feng had once believed himself hardworking enough to stand out among his peers, yet before Lan Yuan, he was nothing at all.
"Even so, you still need treatment."