Najeta could not help but feel a headache coming on.
"How boring. I can't get motivated at all."
Esdeath sat atop her horse, gazing boredly at the river ahead. She had thought that no matter how the northern barbarians moved, they should have confronted her head-on.
But after sensing the situation, she found that these barbarians were playing dirty.
Leaving aside the river blocking their path, even if they crossed it... countless traps were already waiting for them on the other side.
From the looks of it, the barbarians' commander was truly devious enough.
However, the enemy did not seem to have an army of a million...
It seemed the million-strong army the barbarians boasted of was merely meant to intimidate them. At most, they had no more than four hundred thousand troops, and perhaps fewer than two hundred thousand elite soldiers.
Calling four hundred thousand men an army of a million was nothing unusual...
Many people throughout history liked doing that. In truth, even ten thousand people looked like a vast black mass. In games... a war involving a thousand people already looked immensely grand and spectacular. As for four hundred thousand people gathered together...
Once you actually saw them, it was impossible to take it all in.
"Looks like we'll have to camp here for a few days..."
Najeta frowned as she looked at the river ahead. Yet she also felt conflicted. She admired the Revolutionary Army's ideals deeply, and now that the Revolutionary Army had joined forces with the barbarians, if they attacked the barbarians here...
If she truly defected to the Revolutionary Army, then when they settled accounts afterward... it would undoubtedly be a massive headache.
"There's no need to stop. General Esdeath, it's time for your performance! Well? Any problems? If you can't do it,