At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds and shone upon the vast grassland, countless vultures and hawks were already circling in the sky.
The sunlight also illuminated the grim scene on the ground.
In the Hu Yang Valley, corpses were strewn everywhere. Both sides had retreated quickly, only hastily burying the fallen soldiers in a thin layer of soil, which was far from enough to mask the stench of decay. The blood scent had attracted wolves and hyenas, competing to scavenge, growling greedily as they unearthed pale and dismembered limbs from the earth, and terror-stricken, regretful faces were revealed.
Then, footsteps were heard from one side of the valley.
The sound was not loud, and the beasts raised their heads warily, noticing that not many people were approaching, so they did not flee but continued to tear into the flesh with force.
