"Do you need to clean up these corpses?" After the battle, looking at the demon corpses all over the ground, Jefadrui couldn't help frowning and asked Romon standing beside him with some disgust.

As a human level six druid, Jefa personally loves peace and cleanliness. The corpses of these demons are placed casually, which makes him feel unacceptable.

However, this is not the main reason. Due to the nature of the druid, what he most worried about was the situation that caused the plague after these demon corpses decayed.

After all, the corpse of the demon can cause plague. As a druid, he still has some knowledge of this, as well as the treatment and prevention of diseases.

After hearing Jiefa's words, Romon's heart was moved, but hesitated not about plague, but about the disposal of these corpses. Romon said, "Well, it's better to clean up these corpses. Just throw them away everywhere, which can easily cause plague."

But in my mind, I was thinking about how to receive all these corpses into my Shennongjiao space. After all, my space has just been upgraded and I need a lot of fertilizer to continue to maintain it. Although the symbols of these demons have dispersed, at least one-tenth of the characteristics are still retained, and it is also fertilizer.

"Indeed, what I am worried about is the outbreak of the post-war plague." Jeffadrui said with some concern: "I have also checked the history of magic disasters in previous years. Although there are many people who died in the war, there are also many people who died in the plague that broke out after the war. Therefore, the post-war cleaning work is really important. I suggest collecting the corpses of these demons into the nearby open space, digging a pit to bury them, so that they will not cause too much trouble."

"Buried?" Romon looked at the dead bodies on the ground thoughtfully.

"Romon, the personnel have been counted, seventeen people died, eighty-three were injured, and the others were basically not injured." At this time, Fafeer walked over.

"Seventeen cavalrymen died?" Although there were not many casualties, the death of the seventeen cavalry still made Romon feel a little distressed. You know, this world has healing techniques. Generally speaking, as long as there are enough potions and priests, as long as the battle is over and there is no death, most of them can be cured.

These people are his future team. Seventeen potential warriors died in one battle. These demons are really hateful!

"You have recorded all the ten sacrificed people?" Romon said carefully: "Write their combat achievements and write them down. After returning this time, they will hand over the military rewards and death pensions they deserve to be given to their families. Those who do not have family members will be buried with their bodies, and then a monument will be erected for them, with their lifetime achievements engraved on them. These people are our good soldiers, and we cannot make them feel disappointed."

"Don't worry, Romon, I have recorded all the achievements of the dead. When I go back, I will definitely erect a monument for them." Fafer agreed with Romon's decision.

Jiefa, who was standing aside, did not speak, but nodded slightly. He stared at Romon, watching the boy discussing countermeasures with Fafell, and the feeling of loss in his heart appeared again.

"Okay, let's arrange it like this. First, count everyone's record, and then let everyone rest here for a while. After enough rest, they will continue to march." After muttering for a while, Romon made a decision.

"Okay, I'll go and count it now." Fafell nodded, and then walked towards the place where the soldiers rested.

Looking at him walking into the crowd, holding the pampered scroll and asking while recording, Romon's mood was not so calm.

"What are your plans next?" At this time, Jiefa, who was standing beside him, spoke again.

Romon turned around and faced the former teacher. He had nothing to hide. He talked about the rest and went to Ricca town. After hearing this, Jefa was silent for a while, and then said, "War, it's always a disaster for life."

After saying this, I stopped saying anything, just stared into the distance and stared blankly!

Romon was a little embarrassed about what the middle-aged druid was thinking, and he had other things to do, so he left the big tree and walked towards the battlefield.

Although the task of rescuing Ricca's town is also very important, he still cannot make his soldiers tired and rescue others.

Moreover, he has other things to do, such as collecting the demon's corpses into his own space, and collecting those weapons and spoils. These are all important. Sometimes the purpose of making money in war is to better welcome the next battle.

"grown ups."

"Lord Lord."

The soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield saw Romon coming and saluted him respectfully.

Romon nodded at them with a smile and amiable smile, then walked to a soldier who was in charge of cleaning the battlefield this time and asked, "Didn't you find any living?"

The warrior looked at Romon with respect in his eyes. Seeing Romon ask, he quickly replied: "Lord, you have already finished the fight one by one, and you have no living anymore."

"That's good, you collect the demons!" Although Romon and Jiefa talked about the plague just now, Romon did not mention it at this time, but focused on collecting weapons and other spoils: "Collection of all the weapons used by the demons, and the shields they use and the things they carry with us are our spoils."

Without Romonti, the soldiers had already piled up the collected things and were ready to return them to the territory.

Unlike the battles on earth, the warriors in this world have quite strict rules, which comes from faith and gods. What's more, this world is still a world of high and low, so if you find any spoils on the battlefield, you are generally not allowed to keep them privately and you have to hand them over to the public.

Therefore, Romon didn't have to order at all, and the soldiers had automatically handed over all the weapons and jewelry they collected.

"Sir, what should I do if those demon corpses?" asked the soldier who was in charge of cleaning the battlefield.

Romon thought for a while and said, "The situation around him is still unclear now. Don't worry about them for now. Just pile them up. After you finish cleaning, go and rest. You have been tired for a long time."

"Thank you sir."

Soon, the resting soldiers began to eat.

Although there was no smoke rising, the aroma of the meal had already spread in the air.

The dry food prepared in advance, the skin filled with sweet and clear water, and a strange canned food that is simple to make are all lunches for the soldiers after the victory of the Great War.

A gust of autumn wind blew gently, because not far from their resting place was the battlefield, so the smell of blood drifted directly with the autumn wind.

However, these Romon's warriors are all people who have experienced battles and are not the first time they face the battle, so it is not inconvenient to eat in this environment.

On the contrary, after defeating the Demon Army, they all performed very happily, so they were particularly sweet when they were eating.

Under a big tree, Jefadruid, who didn't like to have too much contact with people, was eating some dry and hard noodles. He didn't like to eat meat very much, at most he drank some broth, so he was not interested in the dried meat the soldiers ate.

"Huh?" This was the first time I saw this strange thing wrapped in metal leather, and Jefa seemed very curious.

He was holding the can that Romon had just given him. He weighed it in his hand, and it was quite heavy. He learned the movements of the soldiers around him. He carefully opened the can and was surprised to find that there were fresh vegetables inside.

His can is a mixed cold dish. There is a small spoon in the lid of the can. It is made of wood and the workmanship is not very fine. However, it has a very fresh aroma of trees. I carefully dug a spoon and put it in my mouth. The taste is really good. Although it does not have the delicious feeling of mixing and eating it, it is also a pleasure to eat fresh vegetables in the wild.

"Does it taste good?" Romon had returned to his side at this time and asked with a smile.

Jiefa nodded and said lightly: "The taste is pretty good, what did you find out?"

"That's right." Romon held the thing in his hand, which he called canned, and his thoughts drifted back to another world: "The main reason is that he was worried that there would always be no vegetables to eat, which would make the soldiers in the marching lack combat effectiveness."

"But, metal is very expensive." Jiefa felt a little sorry for this waste.

Romon said with a smile: "Compared with the health of the warriors, what does this money count as a result?"

Seeing Jiefa showing an agreement, he added: "And these metal cans are used repeatedly. After eating, they will be taken back together. Then, continue to process them simply.

"Well, it's really good. It's very good for soldiers to fight. You can maintain food for a long time and fight in some places and seasons." Jiefa praised again, and after taking a few bites, he thoughtfully said: "Your method can be reported to the temple, such as the temple of the God of War. I heard that Fafell is a believer of the God of War. This method will bring you great benefits."

After saying that, he kept silent.

Romon's face was slightly red, not the joy after being praised, but the shame. He originally thought that not many people could know the purpose, but Jiefa understood it at first sight.

It seems that I will still not be able to release the original achievements on earth in the future, but Jiefa’s suggestions are still quite good.

For canned food, it is actually not difficult to make. On earth, it was invented around 1800. The French Napoleon government used a huge bonus of 12,000 francs to solicit a method of long-term storage of food for combat and maritime trade.

After ten years of hard research, the Frenchman Appel finally achieved success in 1804.

I learned that this is actually quite simple. I first process the food, then put it in a can, put it in a steamer and heat it to disinfect, then cover it while it is hot, and then seal it with wax.

This method can save food for a long time without rotting or spoiling.

This method is very simple, even in this world, can be done. Thinking of this, Romon took out a piece of parchment from his back bag, and then wrote it on it with ink. After finishing writing, he shouted Fafeer: "Fafeer, come here."

Fafell was a little strange and came back in his armor.

Romon handed him a large bag of gold coins and the heads of two great demons: "You go to the temple of war in the city, contribute the money to the church, contribute these two great demons to God, and hand over the contents of your parchment to the God of War."

This treatment was simply unsightly. Jiefa understood in his heart, and a hint of praise emerged.

Fafell didn't understand this, but Romon ordered, and replied: "Yes, I'll go now!"
Chapter completed!