Inside the Central Army Camp, the Five Army Camp Commander Yuan Feng, about forty years old with a square face, sat with a sullen, grim expression, surveying the gathered generals.
At this moment, within the military tent, numerous military leaders had assembled, each person's face either silent, grave, or anxious.
Not long ago, they had led troops into a third confrontation with the Qingzhou Rebel Army, resulting again in a crushing defeat. The once-proud Capital Camp Elite had been routed by the previously underestimated Qingzhou Rebel Army, with the scale of defeat even more significant than the two prior encounters.
"Is everyone mute? Speak! What are the casualties?"
Yuan Feng's sharp eyes bore into each face as he questioned.
A military officer, steeling himself, stepped forward: "Reporting to Commander, in this battle, preliminary statistics show 87 dead, over 300 seriously injured, and more than 800 lightly wounded... with war horses lost..."
"Pow!"
