Brian walked out of the tent and saw the victorious soldiers return one after another.
Compared to how they had looked when they had marched for war, they now looked no better than a bunch of refugees. They were all ragged and covered in blood. It was obvious that they had just returned from a fierce battle.
The number of casualties was astonishing. Out of the 2,000 soldiers that left, less than half were walking. All the horses and camels had been used to carry the wounded. Together with a few captured enemy soldiers, the group looked so beaten-up that it did not look like a well-trained army at all.
Nevertheless, their spirits were high. Everybody was excited about the victory.
This was literally the first time that the small tribes were able to defeat the big clans of Iron Sand City!
Brian knew this past battle had made those hunters true soldiers.
