"Retreat!"
Seeing the sky gradually brighten, Marshal Howell decisively commanded.
The task of covering the army's retreat was now complete. Although the main force was only a dozen miles away, it was something unavoidable.
With hundreds of thousands of troops moving together, the formation naturally stretched long, not something individual will could change.
The enemy wouldn't rashly attack at night, but that didn't mean they wouldn't after dawn.
Even if there were weaknesses in the enemy force, there were at least tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Handling their rear guard would certainly pose no problem.
If they didn't leave before dawn, they wouldn't leave at all.
Hearing this long-awaited command, the previously listless Centipede Army suddenly had a surge of morale.
The bugle call for retreat sounded, and the Centipede Soldiers, who had been pretending to be dead, quickly got up from the ground and rushed back to the camp.
