Chapter 636
As dawn was about to break upon the prairie, the stench of blood filled the air. Corpses lay on the ground, banners tilted sideways, and blood seeped into the soil, dyeing it red.
Baili Sheng sat astride his horse, observing the sight. The defeated soldiers were clustered around him, their faces solemn, their eyes filled with nothing but rage.
"Lord Hou, we currently have 5000 men left," Sun Mingzhi handed him a dipper of water. "Lord Hou, please drink some water."
As the water trickled down his throat, Baili Sheng realized that his voice was as painful as if it had been scorched. In last night's bloodbath, out of the 30000 soldiers in Wolf Mountain Pass, only the present 5000 remained. The others had either perished on the battlefield or had turned into fleeing deserters.
Although they successfully broke out of the siege, the death toll reaching tens of thousands was, in truth, a disastrous defeat.
