Bashish Red Peak glanced at the battlefield outside Celestial Gate City, bodies everywhere, blood flowing like rivers, his heart burning with anger, his intent to kill boiling over.
Since the great war with the Wu Dynasty decades ago, the Barbarian Race has retreated to the Northern Desert, recuperating for decades, never having encountered such a defeat with such heavy casualties.
He even saw the corpses of several giant elephants, and dozens of Ox Demon Heavy Cavalry.
And several carts of provisions almost completely burned to ashes.
Without supply provisions, the impact on the battle situation is immense!
Unless the Mad Lion Army can swiftly capture Liangzhou and plunder food and wealth recklessly there, they won't be able to maintain their advantage and daily supplies.
Otherwise, the one hundred thousand troops of the Mad Lion Tribe will have to retreat.
Bashish Red Peak stared at the blood-stained young man not far away, his murderous intent almost palpable.
