After such an incident, those who have been scared out of their wits will likely find it hard to muster the strength, so they might as well forget about slaughtering the city. Just rally the troops and retreat instead, ordering all units and camps to immediately gather and tally their numbers.
In the end, tallying up, it seems that good people don't live long, while scourges endure for a thousand years. The rebel army has just ransacked and seized military resources before leaving the city; the day of full celebration hasn't arrived yet, so most of the troops are not in the city.
The camps are stationed on open ground outside the city. Though shaken, the tents have all collapsed, not crushing too many people. Under Ma Qiu's command, only a couple of unfortunate ones got severely scalded when hot soup splashed on them.
