Upon reaching the sight of the military camp ahead, Tao Yu estimated it was about two arrows' shot away and halted his horse. Behind him, Cheng Lixue and the members of the training corps also stopped in their tracks.
They all looked at the large camp ahead, their faces showing a weighty seriousness.
On their journey, they had witnessed numerous atrocities committed by the grassland barbarians—burning, killing, and looting.
Each member of the Survey Corps had been arranged to have a taste of bloodshed.
By now, they had adapted to the chaos of the era.
But now, seeing the grassland people's headquarters, their military camp,
Thinking about what they had done along the way, these half-grown youths all felt a tightening in their hearts.
"What's there to fear, we left no survivors," Tao Yu chastised them.
This made Armin feel a bit speechless, then he carefully chose his words and said,
"Perhaps, our spare horses belong to them..."
"They're not named," Tao Yu retorted.
