"Demon People again!" Sun Changcun could not help but rage at the sight.
Once would have been bad enough, but it kept happening again and again.
Did these Demon People truly have no regard for the court's rightful rule?
Once the court was restored, the great sects should be purged and martial arts outlawed.
The feather-fan scholar shook his head slightly.
When the Supreme Commander had wanted to send troops back for a counterattack, he had opposed it.
After all, it had been a complete gamble.
They were losing their own troops while scouting the way for others.
Only someone as utterly loyal as Grand Coordinator Sun could do such a thing.
No other general would have done it.
After venting his anger, Sun Changcun sounded the gong and withdrew the troops.
Only a group of old, weak, sick, and crippled people remained. Killing them would serve no purpose and might even draw the Demon People back.
Until the Demon People were dealt with, he did not intend to fight again.
It would only drain morale for nothing.
If the soldiers fell into utter terror of the Demon People, these several thousand Combat Soldiers would be finished.
Half a year of training was far too valuable.
These days, few soldiers could receive such lengthy training. Only a small number of retainers could manage it.
Thus, he led his troops away.
That very night, more than a hundred men fled under cover of darkness.
The next day, several were beheaded, and collective punishment was imposed. Only then was the situation brought under control.
Sun Changcun stationed his troops at a military camp near Down Mountain Pass, which guarded the vital route from the northwest into the Central Plains.
In truth, he knew that guarding it had little meaning, because the enemy