The pursuing cavalry troops were returning in succession. The soldiers on horseback were drenched in sweat, carrying bloodstained swords. Even so, everyone was basking in the afterglow of victory.
Most of the Shatu people in the Tuli Tribe weren't riding on horses when they escaped earlier. Although the cavalry couldn't kill everyone who fled, those who didn't manage to hide well or manage to outrun them met their end.
It was night time now, but big groups of vultures that smelled death were hovering in the sky. They eyed the bodies strewn all over the grassland, ready to swoop down for a good meal.
Regardless of the era, victory was the best stimulant and highest form of encouragement to soldiers on battlefields. Although many of them had been following Yan Liqiang from the outside of White Stone Pass to the inside and fought the whole day, no one was complaining.
