Early in the morning, Fang Ping saw a large number of wild beast corpses laid out on the black ground in front of him. There were probably hundreds of them, and there were many huge wild beasts that did not look weak.
In comparison, only a dozen or so Lord's Guards had died. It was simply a super victory.
However, looking at the shrinking cavalry team, he felt a little sad.
Especially for those who were alive, if the battle casualty rate exceeded half, the psychological pressure would be very great, because the next person to die was very likely to be him.
There were no deserters or mutinies. It was a good way to govern the army.
It was still related to the environment of this world. Humans were not the protagonists of the Xiluo Continent. Where could they run to? Leaving the army and Humans would only die faster.
The sun had already risen, but the team still had no intention of setting off.
