The enemy had not come, but that did not affect the Expeditionary Corps' withdrawal. After a forced march of a hundred li without finding any trace of enemy forces, Hudson finally ordered them to make camp and rest.
The battle during the day had been a complete accident. Even now, Hudson had not figured out why the enemy had practically run into their mouths.
Perhaps this was one of those miracles of military history. History was never short of similar coincidences.
After all, if no one made mistakes in war, there would be no classic battles.
The climate of the great grasslands was ever-changing, with enormous temperature differences between day and night. Keeping warm was especially important.
Once the tents had been set up, Hudson immediately summoned the senior officers for a meeting.
"The battle today was a beautiful victory, but our strategic objective has also been exposed ahead of time. The original plan is canceled.
Judging from the battlefield, the enemy is no pushover. They only revealed one opening after tangling with us for so long. Who knows how long we will have to wait for the next one?
The Expeditionary Corps' strategic objective of penetrating the great grasslands, causing chaos, and weakening the enemy's war potential has already been exceeded.
There is no need for us to stay and continue wasting time.
For the army's safety, I have decided that we will withdraw tomorrow and return to the kingdom to recuperate."
His seemingly calm words struck everyone like a bolt from the blue.
Everyone had heard rumors of a retreat before, but the situation was different now.
After wiping out fifty thousand enemy cavalry, the balance of power between the two sides had changed.
Even if the enemy gathered up their routed troops, they no longer held an