"Including the other soldiers, a total of... a total of over 100,000 people died..." As he said this, his eyes began to redden, his voice trembled more and more, and his cold hands also trembled slightly.

He could no longer tell whether it was the exhaustion from the fighting or the fear instilled in him by the enemy.

Cha Yuanzhen frowned deeply. After listening to the report, he lowered his head, pinched his brow, and let his messy hair fall from his forehead, making him look like an old, frail lion.

Tu Shadong, standing to the side, clenched his fists, his body trembling, his face deathly pale. He bit his lip so hard that blood was seeping out.

Inside the main tent, the other generals also lowered their heads and fell into silence.

Previously, they had been drinking and making merry here, full of pride, and happily talking about their dreams of advancing and conquering Qin Ze after annihilating him. But now, after experiencing this great defeat, those words seem so ridiculous.

After a long while, Cha Yuanzhen finally raised his head, looked around at everyone, and then spoke:

"How many men did Qin Ze lose in his army?"

The general lowered his head and stammered, "The pursuit was too fierce, there... no time to see."

"I imagine there are... a thousand... a thousand people."

Upon hearing this, Cha Yuanzhen's face flushed red, and he abruptly stood up, letting out an angry shout:

"A thousand people?"

"A thousand people!!!"

"I lost half my troops, how could I have only killed a few thousand!"

The generals lowered their heads and remained silent.

Cha Yuanzhen's eyes were practically spitting fire as he roared:

"Speak up!"

"We clearly have far more troops than them, so why can't we win?"

"Why! Why!"