When Ashilan regrouped his troops once again, there were only about 150,000 soldiers left who could fight.
Ashilan felt a little emotional. He had just led his troops south from the grassland not long ago. At that time, he had an army of 250,000 under his command.
But now, nearly half of the troops have been lost, with nearly 100,000 dead or injured, but no progress has been made.
This ambitious waste couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "No wonder the national strength of the Yuan Dynasty has been declining in recent years. It turns out that these rebels are so powerful."
However, even though countless of his soldiers were killed or wounded, he still felt a little relieved.
There were six princes in total when the Six Kings Alliance was held on the grassland. However, they were ambushed by Yang Xiao and had a battle. As luck would have it, there were only two princes left from the Six Kings Alliance.
Of course, these two princes include Ashilan himself, and the remaining one is the big-bellied prince who is as dirty as him.
In Ashilan's heart, only when the other princes were dead, his prestige in the army would be higher.
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The prince with a big belly was standing next to Ashilan at this moment. He said with some concern: "How about, how about we go back to the grassland? In fact, the women on the grassland are also very good. You and I have enjoyed our lives on the grassland, and only today we know the cruelty of war."
"The generals in Longcheng are just subordinates of Zhang Wuji. A few small generals can kill nearly 100,000 of our people. If the fighting continues, I am afraid that both you and I will lose our heads."
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