After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Carod ordered everyone: "Hurry up and clean the battlefield. Remember to leave the balls for these two."
The Ninth Legion had suffered damage to their arrow towers, and unfortunately, there were some deaths; but the numbers didn't even come close to what they could've been. In the end, this was still an overwhelming victory.
Even with only a third of the spoils and without the most valuable parts of the bulls, it was already enough to cover all losses with a little left over. The problem was the lingering bitter feeling. It was like savoring a delicacy only to find a bug in the last bite.
Everyone moved quickly, but they could barely contain their anger. If everything had gone according to Pouzek's plan, the entire legion might have been wiped out or forced to retreat even further. In that case, Carod would've been dismissed immediately, without even needing a formal evaluation.
