Next, it was time to clean up the battlefield.
The main thing was to tally up the spoils.
Although the Martial Artist Institute received financial backing from both the government and prominent families, any war trophies earned with their own hands were, of course, kept for themselves.
This was also something everyone had to learn on the battlefield.
"Number 36!"
As Lu Chang'sheng was picking through the field, he saw a noble passing by. He didn't know who this person was, but still greeted him—almost out of character.
You know, once the mask was on, few people would ever open their mouths to talk.
Many people recognized each other, having trained on the drill ground year-round. Sometimes, the moment someone spoke, you could tell who it was by the sound alone. So, people just didn't speak.
Thankfully, no one else came over to greet him, which made him breathe easier—he'd thought for a moment someone had recognized him.
