This march had been nothing short of a disaster for the Smith Republic.
The forces of the Rakshasa Republican Party, led by Peter, had undoubtedly run into the most trouble.
Over the years, Peter might have accumulated plenty of experience with underground activities, but when it came to proper military campaigns and governing, he had practically none. On top of that, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Republican Party were lacking in both hardware and software. The current outcome had been entirely foreseeable.
Zhou Xu could understand why Peter was unwilling to show weakness in the face of Fisher. After all, in the struggle between the two parties within the Smith Republic, the Rakshasa Republican Party was already at a disadvantage. If Fisher also managed to establish good relations with them and the Holy Roland Empire, Peter would have almost no chance of turning things around.
Even so, Zhou Xu still felt that Peter's insistence on competing with Fisher at this point and mobilizing his forces for an expedition had been a foolish decision.
At this stage, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Republican Party did not have the ability, much less the preparation, for this!
Of course, since it had basically had no impact on them, he had no interest in meddling in the affairs of another country. He still possessed that basic level of propriety.
What Zhou Xu did not know was that Fisher and Peter had also found the situation exceedingly strange.
Because of the harsh weather in the bitter winter, their armies had suffered a steady stream of sickness and injuries, with their numbers continually falling. The Female Warrior Tribe had demigod blood in their veins, so their physical qualities far surpassed those of humans—but even if nothing had happened to them, how was it that there had