Tuoluo Tuohan happily watched through the Divine Network from the rear camp as the enemy's six experts retreated.
They had not charged in to kill from the start.
They were afraid!
After a while, someone suddenly rode up to the front of the formation. Tuoluo Tuohan immediately widened his eyes and stared at him, wanting to see what move the other side would make.
"You should know why you came to the Central Plains and crossed the border—you came to grab what you could and leave!"
"But perhaps you never considered this: if you seize a thousand taels, only ten will ultimately end up in your own hands! You risk your lives and shed your blood, yet receive less than ten percent, while others need not risk their lives at all and take eighty percent!"
"I have to laugh! Even bandits and pirates know that everyone deserves a share—the ones bold enough to kill take the larger portion, while those in the rear take the smaller portion..."
"Your wise Great Khan is worse than a bandit chief, and stingier than a Pirate Captain!"
Tuoluo Tuohan had never imagined that the other side would not talk about virtue, heavenly justice, or righteousness, but would instead plainly speak of robbery and dividing the spoils!
Of course. They were a demonic sect, not Confucian scholars.
The soldiers stirred slightly.
But they did not fall into disorder.
The Eastern Cold Army's discipline was harsh, with beheadings handed out at the slightest offense.
It was far harsher than the Great Yan Army.
Soon, the soldiers quieted down on the surface, and the formation remained imposing and solemn.
However, the giant serpent illusion that had been coiled above the army formation had already shattered into pieces.
This was trouble! You could control how their bodies moved,