Just as Wanwan had expected, in the dozen or so days it took the family letter to reach Great Xia, Xia Siheng and Shen Chuanlian had already conquered dozens of cities in East Lin.
The soldiers had won so often that they were growing numb.
It was their first time fighting a campaign like this. Charging on the front lines, they were practically logistics personnel, following behind the Demon God to collect heads.
All their martial skill and hot blood had absolutely nowhere to find an outlet.
So, in their fury, they collected another ten pounds of heads!
Xia Siheng had brought several hundred thousand troops from Great Xia this time. For each siege, he took only ten thousand soldiers along for show, then let them collect heads like mad.
Over these past few months, all those hundreds of thousands of troops had taken their turn.
The soldiers had barely exerted themselves and faced little danger. When they heard news of another victory, their faces remained expressionless.
The only ones exhausted were Xia Siheng and the battalion commanders.
"Prince, let us rest a while. The next city is close to East Lin's Imperial City." The battalion commanders were utterly worn out.
Even killing people had never tired them out this much. Collecting heads had exhausted them instead.
Who fought a war like this?
Xia Siheng sighed deeply. These days, his heart had burned with urgency. He wanted only to conquer East Lin as quickly as possible and give it to his daughter to rule, then hand the credit to his subordinates and go join his late wife.
He had kept rotating the soldiers, only to overlook that the battalion commanders remained the same few men, leaving them to bear all the exhaustion.
Very well. They would rest for a day.