Heshima believed he had found a way to make them stop fearing the enemy's mysterious weapon. He was extremely excited, and before long, he parted ways with Keledu.
He returned directly to the Iron Bone Tribe's camp, immediately convened a military council, and announced at once that the harassment force they had sent out had failed.
Of course, the Commanders of Ten Thousand and chieftains attending the council had already learned of it. Quite a few routed soldiers had made it back, so they naturally understood that the harassment operation had not gone well.
They were all deeply unhappy. The enemy had fewer troops than they did, yet they had defeated nearly ten thousand elite cavalrymen they had sent out. It truly made them feel the enemy's terror.
When they had previously learned that the Barbarian army left near the Border Fortress had been defeated, they had comforted themselves by saying that those troops were merely a mixed force from small and medium tribes, naturally no match for the enemy. If they had been Iron Bone Tribe troops, it might have been a different story.
But now, the enemy had shown them through bloody facts that even the Iron Bone Tribe's elite were no match for those people from the south.
The armies of those Southern nobles had used only half their strength to rout more than ten thousand Iron Bone Tribe elite cavalrymen, making everyone pessimistic about the Barbarians' future.
Moreover, it was still uncertain whether they could even shake off the enemy's pursuit.
Yet they also noticed Heshima's expression. He actually seemed to carry a trace of delight, leaving everyone confused.
Their own forces had clearly lost, and it had even been a crushing defeat. Why did the Great Chieftain look like that? Had he gone mad?
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