"Alas....." Xu Yuan sighed softly, fully aware of the meaning in Li Qingyan's words.
The fate of Northern Border City had been sealed the moment the Barbarian Army circled to the south.
When the city would fall did not depend on the resolve and morale of the defenders, but on how much the Barbarians were willing to pay for its conquest.
To change the future, to break the stalemate, would require a miraculous battle of few against many for the ages.
Li Qingyan had tried to do just that but failed.
The Barbarian Strange King was not Sun Shiwan.
Although Li Qingyan had made significant gains in his campaign, given the absolute mismatch in military strength, even if the Barbarians lost double, as long as their morale wasn't shattered leading to a domino effect of defeat, the campaign was a failure.
The records from the post-battle accounts showed approximately 60,000 soldiers remained capable of fighting for Northern Border City.
