"How did this happen? Why did the enemy catch up so quickly?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, King Centipede realized he had misspoken.
The four elders who had retreated from the battlefield, along with Marshal Howell, who had just awoken from his coma, all showed displeasure in their eyes.
The situation certainly collapsed a tiny bit faster than expected, but they had done their best!
Other than not fighting to the death, they did everything they could.
When infantry encounters cavalry, especially extraordinary cavalry, defeat is almost inevitable.
Not to mention three under-strength corps fighting for a whole night, even if it were ten main army corps, they could only struggle a bit more in such a situation.
Asking such unrealistic questions not only erases all their efforts but also labels them as ineffective.
"Your Majesty, now is not the time to blame the pursuit.
