CHAPTER 942
The three Generals sat motionless upon their steeds a short distance away from the primary battlefield.
The cracked-toothed General's expression had fluctuated so frequently during the skirmish that he likely didn't even know how to react anymore.
In contrast, the other two maintained more neutral countenances.
Well, the bald-headed General certainly did; the third commander's face was completely obscured behind a heavy helmet.
Whatever he was thinking, or even where his gaze was directed, remained a total mystery.
"I thought they would be dead by now," the bald-headed General muttered, a disappointed look crossing his features as he watched his soldiers dropping like flies.
The engagement had persisted for five minutes, and they had already lost perhaps five hundred men.
Out of ten thousand, such a figure seemed insignificant initially.
