A Piece of Bad News

That was the tally of their losses in today's battle.

Compared to their gains, those losses could practically be ignored.

They had directly slain at least six or seven hundred enemies this time, not including the Northern Principality soldiers swept away by the river.

As for prisoners, they had captured nearly six thousand.

Besides that, they had gained over thirty warhorses and more than a hundred carriages.

As for supplies such as food and iron pots, they were too numerous to count.

Considering they had committed only a little over a thousand men to the battle, this was already a rare and resounding victory.

Furthermore, the Northern Principality force had originally numbered over ten thousand. Excluding those swept away by the river, at least two or three thousand were still on the run.

Since night had fallen and searching was inconvenient, Nalant and the others temporarily halted the pursuit.

However, they believed that most of those routed Northern Principality soldiers would not get away, because the far bank was a desert.

Without food or water, the defeated soldiers would not be able to endure even a full day in the desert.

Therefore, according to their estimates, the number of prisoners would likely increase tomorrow.

"My lord, Miss Stella requests your presence!" At that moment, a guard came to report outside Nalant's tent.

"Alright!" Nalant immediately rose and headed straight for the council tent in the camp.

"Stella!"

When Nalant entered the council tent, Stella, Boris, and Rell were all there.

Before them stood a Northern Principality prisoner. He was Cort, the deputy commander of this ten-thousand-man Northern Principality legion.

Although Cort had escaped earlier, there was nowhere for him to hide in the vast desert. With his conspicuous deputy commander's attire, Stella had quickly captured him.

Cort was straightforward about