"Deputy General, go and count the casualties!" Guan Yu lowered his proud head, weakly waving his hand. His voice was low and hoarse, as if his throat had been pierced by a sharp sword, causing his very soul to tremble. Ma Chao, Zhang Fei, and Huang Zhong stood to the side, their faces grim, but they remained silent, quietly awaiting the casualty report.
Since the beginning of their campaigns, they had been invincible, conquering all foes. This led them to subconsciously believe that there were no formidable enemies on the Primeval Continent and that their glorious invincibility in battle would last for a very long time, perhaps forever. Even before embarking on this battle, they were brimming with confidence. But as the saying goes, a proud army is bound to be defeated. In their first battle upon entering the Middle Region, they had ended up defeated.
