As the night gradually moved into deeper time periods, the numbers on the piece of paper in his hand were also constantly changing, from the initial vacancies and undecided items to a fixed amount, and finally became stable.
He looked at the group of formed figures, compared them with the list registered at the time of departure, confirmed the casualty ratio, then rolled up the parchment and put it into the waterproof leather bag on the inside of the breastplate.
Material losses are also being recorded simultaneously.
Overturned grain bags and smashed kerosene cans were the most easily seen damage items, and some tents and tools were also damaged to varying degrees in the storm.
The seals of some grain bags were loosened when they overturned, and the dry food and grains inside were scattered on the ground, mixed with ashes and sand, and could not be recycled.
Several wooden boxes storing first-aid supplies were hit by gravel, and the lids were shattered. The bandages and ointments inside were scattered on the ground. The seals of several ointment jars were broken and they were no longer usable.
The number of Scorpion is due to the fact that one of them exceeded the load limit during the battle and damaged the winch structure, and another one was hit by a falling rock on the crossbow arm, resulting in severe deformation and irreparable damage.
After counting the loss items that could be listed one by one, Douglas compiled the results into a short report, walked to where Redd was, and whispered the summarized situation.
Redd After listening to what he said, he didn't pause for a long time, nor did he ask for more details. He just asked him to rearrange the materials that could still be used and arrange for a dedicated person to be responsible for distributing replacement equipment and tools. The kerosene tanks were given priority to be replenished in the spare area inside the wall.
Douglas nodded, without staying any longer, and turned around to arrange the follow-up work.
Redd stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the cleared battlefield.
King Ghidorah has finished its chosen portion of food and is wandering between the camp and the scorch area.
Some of the remaining troll and orc corpses were scattered on the edge of the scorched area. King Ghidorah had no interest in continuing to eat. It seemed more like it was walking back and forth, making sure that those non-existent things would not re-emerge from the ground after it left.
Its breathing rhythm is much slower than before, and the energy flow in its body has become more stable. The light and airflow that enveloped its body during the thunderstorm have completely dissipated.
The color of the surface of the scales has returned to its original dark color, and only at certain angles will it reflect very slight, almost non-existent golden light spots.
Redd looked at King Ghidorah moving slowly at the edge of the scorch mark area and confirmed that there was no problem with it.
He turned to the people in the camp who were busy again. The sea breeze blew from the direction of Blackwater Bay, bringing with it a few wisps of cool moisture unique to the sea surface at night. It met with the ground that was still warm, forming a layer of translucent mist in the low places, slowly floating against the surface.
The firelight of the camp swayed, flickered and flickered in the gaps between the night wind and the mist, and then stabilized again, like a fragment that was slowly reorganizing itself and regaining its original order.
The cleanup work on the battlefield lasted for nearly an hour.
The sky is still dark, and Fourteen Flames in the distance continues to spit dark red light and thick smoke into the sky, reflecting the bottom of the clouds into a dark curtain that continues to roll.
The campfire burned steadily in the night wind, illuminating the ground that had been reshaped by the thunderstorm into a wide, warm area with blurred edges.
The soldiers are working in groups to carry out the cleaning task. Some people are responsible for recovering arrows, picking up the still usable arrow shafts and arrowheads from the burned ground, wiping off the charred ash and putting them into the recovery basket;
Someone is responsible for looking at the scattered armor and weapons, sifting out those parts that still maintain structural integrity after high temperature and impact, and sorting and stacking them;
Others are responsible for handling the remaining corpses and dragging them from passages and obstacles to designated concentration areas to avoid affecting subsequent camp re-planning and garrison deployment.
Redd was not involved in the cleanup itself, but he also did not return to the tent to rest.
He stood at a position slightly higher than the ground at the edge of the camp, his eyes moving slowly along the front of the position that had been renovated several times, occasionally stopping at some details for a moment, and then moving away.
Continue to transition to the next corner and compare the details of the cleared battlefield one by one to confirm whether there are any missing angles or faults under the mounds that have not yet been included in the current safety range.
Douglas was directing the cleanup work not far below him, and his voice came through a row of soldiers who were carrying broken shields.
His tone still maintained the characteristic rhythm of an experienced officer when giving instructions, somewhere between an order and an urging.
Those who are working have been working continuously for a long time, and some are slowing down, but no one is complaining.
Redd's eyes moved away from the beat of their movements and turned to the dark area further away.
The silence at this moment was in sharp contrast to the previous hustle and bustle filled with horns and footsteps.
Among the distant peaks, the black mist still exists, but they are completely still, as if they have lost the power of flow, and are just passively suspended above the surface, neither spreading forward nor retreating backward.
The dark fog layer that once seeped out from the cracks in the ground and the valley floor at the beginning of night and spread slowly along the terrain has stopped all observable movement at this moment.
They no longer push forward, no longer pour out new layers, or even respond to the brightness changes of Fire Peak in the distance, as if they are frozen.
Redd stared at the still black mist for a long time and noticed that under the cover of this stillness, there was indeed no living thing moving.
Those cursed creatures that should be active at night, no matter their size, can't see any signs of activity at this moment.
They all retreated to their daytime hiding places - cracks in the ground, caves, subterranean spaces covered by vegetation, shadows beneath rock fractures - and no one was exposed.
The impact of the thunderstorm launched by King Ghidorah was not limited to the battlefield within the visual range. Its deterrent effect on the entire peninsula had obviously reached further areas through ground conduction and air vibration.
All the active creatures were forced back to the depths of the lair, and they did not dare to approach this direction again for at least a long period of time.
The remnants of the Orc Legion have also retreated underground.
After the queues that poured out of the mines and altars were cleared from the front lines, only a handful of individuals escaped alive back to the entrances of the mines.
The traces of their retreat left several intermittent footprints on the soft ground outside the scorch area, extending to the southeast and disappearing near the surface fault zone further away.