The Koreans' central army camp.
After being harried by Hungry Ghost all night, the Saint Master returned to headquarters with Pugu.
The sight before him left him dumbstruck.
Corpses littered the ground, both Lei Zis and Korean soldiers.
There was hardly a single intact corpse to be found, a testament to the battle's brutality.
What devastated the Saint Master even more was that the General Staff Department had been wiped out.
All the experienced commanders had died in battle.
The Lei Zis had hung their corpses from the flagpoles.
Mobilizing an army of three hundred thousand was no simple matter.
Otherwise, the outer forces would not have failed to react when headquarters came under attack.
Without the General Staff Department or commanders, the Koreans' three-hundred-thousand-strong army would struggle to take even a coordinated step.
Powerful as the Saint Master was, marching and warfare were not his strengths.
Without the General Staff Department's assistance, even the cleverest cook could not make a meal without rice.
And only now.
Did the outer forces finally arrive.
They exchanged bewildered looks at the horrific scene.
"It's over..."
The Saint Master rubbed his aching temples.
His once-neat robe had been torn by Hungry Ghost until he looked like a beggar.
With Pugu seriously wounded and headquarters destroyed as well.
The army of three hundred thousand was instantly caught between advancing and retreating.
Advance?
Which troops would form the vanguard, and which would block enemy reinforcements?
How should the three hundred thousand troops be deployed?
How could he put the appropriate units where they needed to be?
How would the supplies for three hundred thousand people be handled?
Without the General Staff Department and commanders, he simply could not coordinate three hundred thousand people at once.
Throughout history, everyone capable of commanding large armies had been