Infantrymen were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
Once caught up by the Xia cavalry, there would be no supplies or water.
The Great Xia people don't even need to lift a finger; they'll wear them down to death!
Previously, they had been here laughing and chatting, exchanging toasts and discussing with great ambition their glorious future of defeating Lin Mo, advancing into Shu, and conquering Da Xia.
However, after this defeat, those once bold words now seem so ironic and laughable.
After a long while, Bob Wen finally raised his head, looked around at everyone, and asked, "How many men and horses have the Great Xia people lost in battle?"
The Crusader general, his head bowed, said in a trembling and indistinct voice, “The pursuit was too fierce; there was no time to observe carefully.”
"There must have been over ten thousand who died in battle!"
Upon hearing this, Raymond's face flushed crimson. He abruptly stood up and roared, "How is that possible? Only ten thousand? We lost over ten thousand, and they only lost ten thousand?"
"How is that possible?"
The generals lowered their heads and remained silent.
Bob Wynne let out another heavy breath. "Raymond, sit down!" he said. "Our army is facing the main force of the Bactrians. They've used the Muslims as bait."
Saladin's troops must have inflicted heavy casualties on the Bactrians.
Upon hearing this, Raymond looked up abruptly, thinking, "Isn't your guess a bit too outrageous?"
But Raymond knew that Bob Wynne was saying this to stabilize morale, and he absolutely could not expose him.
Then Bobwin asked, "Where are the Muslim armies? Raymond, have you found out?"
"Your Majesty, they have retreated eastward!"
"East?" Bob was stumped.
"We've been separated by the Bactrians!" he thought. "God, what are we going to do now!"
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