The "Wolf Cavalry" moved along the river, turned a corner in front of the pond where the infantry were washing clothes, and galloped towards the military camp.
Infantrymen enviously watched the dazzling new shirts, trousers, and boots worn by the light cavalry, while they themselves were washing the coarse old clothes from when they enlisted. Many of them had only one set of old clothes, so once they washed them, they had nothing to wear.
"Hey! Did you see that? Brand new clothes and trousers! Which squad is that wealthy?"
The response was lukewarm: "Who else could it be? Of course, it's the 'Wolf Cavalry.' Hmph, they made a fortune devouring Green Valley's six brigades in one go."
"But... weren't Green Valley's puppet troops defeated by us?" someone asked with confusion, "Moreover, Blood Wolf personally ordered not to strip the prisoners of their clothes."
