Dawn gradually broke, and the great battle had long since ended, leaving only the devastation strewn across the Magic Crocodile army's camp.
The calamity of the Undead had been suppressed, but the grievous casualties left the Magic Crocodile King unable to feel any joy.
He had been about to curse, but swallowed the words at the last moment.
The main commanders had all been directing the battle at the front, while Chancellor Susilo, who had remained behind, was a civil official. Commanding battles was never his specialty.
If responsibility truly had to be assigned, the Magic Crocodile King himself bore the greatest blame.
If he had not been so worried that he had insisted on taking his guards to the front to join in the excitement, the main camp would not have been left so vulnerable.
"Marshal, the troops stationed in Yangguan Commandery have yet to return. Could something have happened to them on the way?"
The Magic Crocodile King asked nervously.
During last night's battle, the Magic Crocodile army had lost nearly thirty thousand troops in succession, equivalent to suffering a crushing defeat.
If the Yangguan Commandery garrison also ran into trouble, then this rescue operation would truly be a complete failure.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured!
Boix is leading the troops here. They are less than twenty li away, so nothing will go wrong.
The delay was mainly to avoid the enemy's cavalry corps.
According to the intelligence we received, those foolish humans never noticed our troops leaving!"
Marshal Kant replied.
They had not retreated according to the original plan, but communications had remained open throughout.
The night raid had failed, and there was no point in rushing back. Safety naturally took priority.
The results were obvious. After making a wide detour, they had indeed withdrawn safely.
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