The members of the martial group were chattering all at once, their voices growing more chaotic by the second. Da Yingxiong’s face grew darker and darker. Just as he seemed on the verge of exploding, Junsı smiled and said, "Leader, though these are jokes, our situation is indeed dire. Never mind the strategic landscape—think of the food supplies and the massive population... I’ve checked the numbers. Dragging such a huge force along like this is costing us tens of thousands of lives every day. Yingxiong, these aren’t battle casualties; the elderly and the weak among the slaves are dying just from the constant, grueling marches. At this rate, the death toll will be catastrophic. If there’s any other way, why don't we establish a base city?"
Da Yingxiong sighed, staring at the pinpricks of firelight outside the tent, but he hardened his heart. "No. We cannot stop. If we stop, we’ll shatter before the coalition even launches an attack. Besides, we are only here to draw the fire of the Black Sea; we must keep moving... As for these casualties..."
Silence descended upon the group. Just as they were racking their brains for a way to console and persuade Da Yingxiong, he suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with excitement as he looked toward the northern part of the Black Sea.
Chapter 372