Chapter 41: Heavy Losses (Part 2)

  Leng Xiao's sudden shout made everyone, including Xing Ziyue and others, tense up. The hundreds of eyes in the scene all turned to Leng Xiao.

  "My unit didn't encounter the Centaur Thousand Man."

  "Centurion of the Beastmen?" He muttered to himself for a few moments, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "The third squad?"

  As soon as the words came out, the clever soldiers and generals present immediately understood the meaning of Leng Xiao Yao's words. Because the two thousand-strong beastman troops were chasing after their three small teams, it meant that the enemy had at least two Qianhu leaders, which also represented that the enemy had at least two excellent fighters. Since Leng Xiao Yao's team didn't have any top-notch fighters, and Xing Zi Xue's team encountered one, then there must be another top-notch fighter in Zheng Xiao Hu's team.

  "Xiao Yao, what should we do now? Or I'll just go take a look by myself?" Xiao Zi said in a low voice.

  Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand and said, "It's not necessary anymore. Even if we rush there now, it would be pointless. First, let the injured brothers go bandage themselves and rest for a while."

  As time slipped away bit by bit, the sound of retreat also came from the distant main battlefield. The sunset gradually fell behind the mountains, and darkness began to descend upon this land. Yet, not a single person from Zheng Xiaohu's team had returned.

  Leng Xiangyao's face began to turn solemn, could it be that the third team was completely annihilated? If they hadn't been completely annihilated, then it was also impossible for them not to have returned by now!

  More than a dozen figures arrived beside Leng Xianyao, each with a solemn expression on their faces.

  "Xiaoyao, let me go out and check the news!" Xiaozixue said with a worried expression. In fact, it's not surprising that Xiaozixue is so worried. This time, Leng Xiaoyao brought out over a thousand people, and in today's battle, many brothers were lost. If they continue to lose at this rate, they won't need three days before they become commanders without an army.

  He sank into deep thought for a moment before lifting his head, and just as he was about to say "good", the soldiers patrolling outside shouted: "Captain, Captain Zheng and the others are back!"

  "Are you back?" Leng Xiao's face lit up with joy, and his body quickly stood up from the ground, flashing to the side of the patrolling soldier like lightning. The joyful expression on his face immediately dimmed, but in the next moment, his figure still swiftly flashed towards the direction of the returning team, each step seeming to float as he approached the small squad that had just returned.

  Dozens of horses were slowly walking towards the gathering point, and on the backs of these dozens of horses were several corpses. The original owners of the warhorses were walking in front, leading the warhorses by hand.

  "How could the loss be so severe? There are less than fifty people returning?" Xing Ziyan muttered in shock, although he had mentally prepared himself for Zheng Xiaotiger's team to suffer heavy losses, but no matter how he thought about it, he would not have expected the loss to be so severe.

  "Captain..." Leng Xiao Yao walked up to Zheng Xiao Tiger, intending to offer some words of comfort. However, when his gaze fell upon Zheng's right shoulder, his expression changed and he trembled as he asked: "Captain, what about your right arm?"

  Zheng Xiaohu's face revealed a wry smile, saying: "Heh heh, was cut off by that dog's one knife, but that dog also didn't have it easy, had his head chopped off by me with one knife, one arm exchanged for one life, a fair deal."

  "What's wrong with you?" As Leng Xiao Yao's gaze swept across the several thousand men led by Zheng Xiao Hu, his expression changed again. He saw that when they left, there were five thousand men including Zheng Xiao Hu, but now there were only three returning. Two of them were lying on horseback, and among the three who returned, one had a broken arm, one had lost his right leg, and was covered in severe sword wounds, barely able to breathe on horseback. Another one was even more severely injured, having both arms cut off.

  "Haha, this time we've landed a big fish! Xiao Yao, don't look at our heavy losses, haha, I believe the Beastman troops are now furiously angry, hahahaha!!! Zheng Xiaotiger's face showed excitement, and his originally pale complexion actually had a hint of redness."

  Leng Xiao Yao saw Zheng Xiao Hu and the others' abnormal appearance, and couldn't help but reveal a curious expression on his face: "Oh? Tell me about it."

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  "Colonel Tiger, can you tell me why my son would run off to join that two-thousand-man pursuit team?" Batru roared in anger.

  "General, this is all a misunderstanding, I don't know how your son ended up in that 2,000-man pursuit team!" Tiger Road's face turned pale with fear, and even his tone was panicked, revealing that he was constantly cursing himself inwardly. Why did he try to curry favor with the general? He thought it would be an easy task to capture over a thousand fleeing soldiers with two teams of a thousand men each. Originally, he had hoped to use this achievement to win favor with his superior, but who knew something like this would happen.

  " Misunderstanding?" Batel's face turned even angrier when he heard Tiger Road's words, and for a moment, he couldn't hold back, directly grabbing the wine jug on the table and smashing it towards Tiger Road's head.

  Bang! The wine jug accurately smashed onto Tiger Road's head, producing a crisp shattering sound. Wine and blood mixed together slid down Tiger Road's face, but he didn't even have the courage to wipe away the blood and wine on his face.

  "I'm telling you, Tiger Road, if anything happens to my son, I want you to be buried with him." Batulu warned with a ferocious expression.

  Hearing these words from General Batru, Hu Lu's tense heart finally relaxed a bit, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Please be assured, General, the young master will definitely return safely because I have specially assigned four junior swordsmen to follow him."

  "Really?" Batulu heard Hu Lu's words, and his originally angry face also calmed down a bit. His questioning tone was no longer as fierce as before.

  "Really." Hu Lu wiped the cold sweat from his face, constantly praying to the great beast god in his heart, hoping that his superior's son could return safely. As for what bet, it had long been thrown to the back of his mind.

  Bartol's face revealed a cold smile as he swept his gaze over Hu Lu, saying: "Hu Lu, this time my son can return safely, so I won't pursue this matter further. If anything happens to my son, I'll use your head as a burial offering."

  "Yes, yes, yes, General." Hu Lu's face showed a look of horror and he hastily agreed.

  "Report!!!!!!" A sudden and urgent report sounded through the military camp.