'This new intel is about my own battle. Only 420,000 goblins dead? Did that many really get away? Dammit. I lost nearly nine thousand men and used up a ton of supplies. This was a massive loss...'
Xue Shentian shook his head and sighed, but still gave the order to retreat.
The Order Officer relayed the command to the battlefield. The soldiers and generals, having fought bitterly through the night, began to return. They were covered in bloodstains, their faces etched with exhaustion.
The main camp was overflowing with the wounded. Only a fraction had received medical attention; the logistics and medical corps clearly couldn't keep up. Many soldiers were simply sitting or even lying on the ground, trying to rest.
Lu Aqi received his orders and led the remnants of the Red Tiger Camp to handle the aftermath on the battlefield—burying the bodies of the fallen where they lay.
