The first night after the retreat, the Eastern Barbarian Army Battalion was unusually calm.
Helian Jing did not say a word the entire time. After camping at night, he had been bored inside his tent, and did not show his face. Helian Cheng sat silently in the general's tent while Di Ying waited quietly at the side. He looked like Di Ying wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
This battle was truly a failure! A complete failure!
How would he face the Eastern Barbarian's elders when he returned, and how would he face the Eastern Barbarian Emperor who had entrusted him with such an important task? Helian Cheng really couldn't imagine!
"The young general …" Di Ying wanted to say something but hesitated.
"If you have something to say, just say it." Helian Cheng frowned, impatience written all over his youthful face.
"Maybe we should have a good talk with the Fourth Prince." Di Ying said softly.