In the end, no surprises occurred. The War Ghost Tribe's army of two hundred thousand was completely wiped out.
Zhan Kuangtian, meanwhile, was blasted to pieces by Lu Bu's strongest strike, unable to utter even a final threat before dying.
Of course, Lu Bu had paid no small price to kill him.
At the very least, the Power Armor on his body had to be discarded and remade.
Then there were his injuries, which would take at least six or seven days to recover from.
However, everyone else's injuries could be completely ignored.
Ma Yuan, who had been responsible for command, had not been injured at all.
That said, if rewards were to be distributed based on merit, his contribution surpassed both Jubao's and Lu Bu's.
Without him, the losses of the other two legions would have risen sharply.
In other words, Ma Yuan had commanded three legions while holding the position of a legion commander.
Had he not coordinated the various forces, the situation would never have held long enough for the two men to take the heads of key enemy figures.
The troops below were cleaning up the battlefield.
Xiao Tianyang had also told them to comfort the soldiers first; they could report back afterward.
Yet he and the Jia Xu standing before him had encountered a problem.
Hektonmar had been devastated beyond recognition.
Two choices now lay before them.
One was to fall back to the West Coast; the other was to rebuild Hektonmar.
"The harder we fought before, the greater the trouble we face now."
Sitting on his throne, Xiao Tianyang gently rubbed his temples and said in a low voice, "Wenhe, can you estimate the required investment?"
Jia Xu pondered for a moment before answering, "Approximately the resources of one legion."
"And if the enemy