The Northern Border.
Wu Li and Yi Shangxie temporarily commanded the Tu Fang forces on the strength of their personal prestige.
Someone rode forward and suggested, "General, we're almost back to our tribal lands. Why not do some raiding and bring back a few things to get us through the winter?"
Although the Tu Fang had successfully escaped the Seven Monsters of Mount Mei, they had almost no supplies left.
For fear of pursuers, they dared not pause even briefly along the way, even when they had nothing to eat, let alone plunder nearby towns.
When hunger became unbearable, they slaughtered their horses. As for the men riding those horses...
In short, by the time they reached this place after their desperate flight, they were trembling with fear.
Yi Shangxie thought it over. Caution was essential while fleeing, but now that they were nearly home, they could afford to relax a little.
They were familiar with the terrain and climate here, so they need not worry about the Shang Army using the terrain to trap them.
Besides, they had seen no sign of pursuit along the way. Perhaps the Shang Army had never even considered it. After finally winning a battle, they were probably all celebrating in the city.
"Loot it!"
Yi Shangxie rasped through his parched throat. If they did not seize something, even more people would likely die that winter, and internal strife might even erupt.
The Tu Fang cavalry searched the surrounding area and discovered a small settlement.
The entire army poured in, howling. At last, they could plunder to their hearts' content. There might even be women!
At that thought, many of them began to swell between their legs.
"Leave no one alive!"
Yi Shangxie gave the order. There was no need to show any mercy