Su Xin's promise was so compelling that, just as he had said, no one present could find a reason to refuse.
They did not need to contribute anything in advance. They only needed to join forces when the time came for everyone to act together. Dividing the benefits as they had just done was enough.
Moreover, when there was no need to act in ordinary times, this alliance would make many sects wary of them. Likewise, even if Su Xin was not in the Central Plains, he could still gain immense prestige as the alliance leader.
Of course, these were all intangible things that would not be displayed openly.
After taking their shares, everyone departed directly. Su Xin also returned to the battlefield with Mogo's head.
By then, the battle was basically over. Nearly half of the Golden Tent Khanate's soldiers had been slain, forty percent had surrendered, and less than ten percent had fled in defeat.
In terms of quality, the Golden Tent Khanate's elite soldiers were no mere boast. Nearly half their men had been killed, yet they still dared to resist. If it had been Great Zhou, once casualties exceeded thirty percent, the entire battle formation would likely have collapsed.
But setting everything else aside, Great Zhou had won this battle. As for when the fighting along the Northern Frontier defense line would be resolved, that was only a matter of time.
Su Xin came to Pang Yuande's side. A trace of joy still lingered on Pang Yuande's face. Having earned such enormous merit this time, he would certainly have a place among Great Zhou's four Grand Generals.
When Pang Yuande saw Su Xin, he noticed Su Xin's injuries and instinctively said, "Lord Su, you really went to kill Mogo? Tsk, tsk. Next time, let's not be