"17,571… 17571… 17571…" Zhang Mengyao muttered the number three times with heavy tones. That was the number of casualties. The biggest casualties the Tang Empire ever had. That meant there were the same number of families who lost someone precious to them. It was a surprise attack, what if they fought in the open field without their setup? She did not dare imagine how many people would die from her side.
"The people are waiting for you, Supreme General Zhang," Marshal Alton reminded Zhang Mengyao. He had nothing to say about the number of casualties. Based on his experiences, this was a big victory, killing over two hundred thousand armies with less than eighteen thousand casualties. However, he knew that Zhang Mengyao was not used yet with the big war. If he tried to comfort her, that would make things worse.