Luckily for both the animal and its owner, not even five seconds later, the young soldier from before appeared as if he had materialized out of thin air, and hurriedly took the black steed to the stables.
Once the two men were both sitting at a table inside the tent, the atmosphere finally grew more serious.
"Did everything go well?" Kim Chil asked as soon as he sat down.
Commander Yu snorted and waved a hand in the air. His gesture carried a dismissive air, but Kim Chil knew the man well enough to know things weren't so simple.
"How many?" He asked before Commander Yu could reply to his previous question.
"A total of one thousand men were ambushed, and as they bravely fought to the death, more than half of them were either killed or injured. The count for the living is a little more than four hundred."
"What did you do with the survivors?"
