However, the calm on the battlefield did not stop the undercurrents stirring among all sides.
Inside the Barbarians' Main Camp, Heshima summoned a military council overnight. Even Keledu, who had just finished fighting, was called back.
At that moment, everyone in the tent where the meeting was being held looked troubled. A few were deathly pale, as if catastrophe were about to strike.
Seeing them like this, so completely different from their high-spirited demeanor during the day, Heshima knew that the sudden arrival of the Northern Alliance Army's Expeditionary Army had placed immense pressure on these Barbarian officers and chieftains.
When they had first invaded south, these people had not been like this. Every one of them had looked down on everything, treating the southern campaign like an outing. Wherever the Barbarian cavalry went would become Barbarian pastureland.
Their current pathetic state could only mean that the backs of these Barbarian lords had been broken. Their former ambitions had been utterly destroyed by the Expeditionary Army led by the Two Rivers Legion.
Heshima wanted to berate them loudly, but unfortunately, he was not much better off himself. Because of his own blundering, the Iron Bone Tribe's strength was now less than a third of what it had been before the southern invasion. The Iron Bone Tribe's excellent position to dominate the grasslands had been completely buried, and he bore direct responsibility for it.
Just as Heshima did not know how to begin, Keledu spoke first.
"Everyone, don't stay silent. Silence won't solve anything. The enemy won't disappear because we say nothing. No matter what we do, we must work out a plan. Tomorrow's battle cannot be avoided!"
Heshima also spoke. "Yes, the enemy cannot vanish into thin air. No matter what, we must keep fighting!
"I also have an announcement