Ending a liability(3)

By the following morning, the rebel camp was a grim and silent wasteland. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, some tangled in unnatural positions, others half-buried beneath javelins. The air was thick with the stench of death, mingling with the acrid smoke that still lingered from the fires of the previous night.

Soldiers moved methodically through the camp, clearing away the remnants of their bloody work and fun of last night . They dragged lifeless corpses , be it females or males forms toward hastily chosen mass graves, tossing them into unceremonious heaps. Now and then, a rider would grumble, their voices carrying faintly in the still morning air. The repetitive, grim task weighed on them, and their boredom showed in their languid movements and irritated glances.

This was after all the work of footmen, not of mounted men.