Youzhou, the Yan Great Wall.
"What a miserable lot I have!"
Cheng Ji stood beside the Great Wall, looking at the vast procession of prisoners and wagons, and wanted to slap himself twice.
How had the fighting ended so quickly?
Wen Yang stood beside him, chuckling. "Lord Cheng, you can hardly blame yourself. Blame those people of the Tuoba Tribe. They lost too quickly!"
"Before the war, they claimed to command two hundred thousand troops, to be stronger than the Wu Kingdom, invincible in the field, with swift and ferocious cavalry. And what happened? They collapsed at the first touch. I barely fought a few battles before capturing their monarch alive!"
Hearing Wen Yang's words, Cheng Ji felt even more aggrieved.
To secure this opportunity, he had personally asked the emperor to release him from his post and traveled all this way.
And now you're telling me the war is over??
Then didn't I come all this way for nothing?
What am I supposed to do now?
Can I still go back to being a commandant?
At that moment, Cheng Ji felt that his future was dark and lightless, his eyes filled with despair.
Seeing his expression, Wen Yang smiled and patted his shoulder. "All right, Lord Cheng, don't be like that. Rest assured, you haven't come for nothing. The war isn't over yet!"
"Huh?"
Cheng Ji whipped his head toward Wen Yang. "Haven't you even captured their chieftain?"
Wen Yang explained, "They fell apart on their own. All the tribes scattered, and we rounded them up indiscriminately. We captured more than four hundred thousand people, and they're being transported here now."
"But their core forces, the very best of their troops, have already led their tribes away. Those are the true elite of the Tuoba. They have more than