Zhao Hao nodded and looked at Lü Bu, who was waiting on the other side.

"Reporting to Lord Qin, Lü Bu's troops killed over ten thousand enemies, but dared not seize any supplies, awaiting your distribution. My unit currently holds fewer than ten thousand prisoners, with over fifteen hundred wounded, including over three hundred seriously wounded, and over two thousand killed in battle. I have failed to live up to your expectations, General..."

Seeing his own losses and then looking at the losses on Zhao Hao's side, Lü Bu felt inferior to everyone on Zhao Hao's side.

In fact, his ability to fight the Xiliang cavalry to this extent far exceeds his historical record against them.

Zhao Hao didn't mind Lu Bu's low spirits. In any case, he would be bombarded with all sorts of brilliant victories by the elite troops, making him question his life.

"Yes, you two have done a good job. Fengxian, don't worry about it. Our troops' equipment is not the same as yours for now. Once they are all equipped with the standard equipment under my command, the losses will be greatly reduced."

I never expected that Fengxian would have such a compassionate side towards his soldiers. In that case, why don't you go and inspect the wounded soldiers' camp for me to see if they are lacking in medicine?"

Zhao Hao was just giving Lü Bu a way out; otherwise, anyone could see that Lü Bu was ashamed of himself, which was why he looked so resentful and sad.

"In that case, I will inspect the wounded soldiers' camp on behalf of the Marquis of Qin, and make sure that the brothers do not bleed and weep."

"Ha! Fengxian, you're doing well. You're even getting familiar with our Bingzhou army's propaganda slogans. Go on, go on. Oh, and go to Chengdu, have Zhang Yan come and see me."

"Yes, sir!"

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