The battle was almost one-sided, with the soldiers of Dayuan seeming like relentless harvesters of life. After each clash, a field of Hulu corpses lay on the ground.
Only a very few of the Hulu fled the battlefield, not caring about anything else.
Watching the routed soldiers, He Tiantian did not continue the pursuit.
She had brought fewer than two thousand troops, and although their momentum was fierce during the fight, there were still some casualties.
Chasing the fleeing soldiers would mean dispersing their forces.
Plus, in West City, having just experienced a brutal battle, the forces were empty, the people exhausted, and they very much needed her reassurance.
"Clean the battlefield, enter the city!"
He Tiantian sat high on her horse, her fair and tender face splattered with blood.
She didn't bother to wipe it off, but rather issued orders in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Liu Sheng responded and went to arrange the soldiers to clean the battlefield.
