Lance felt respect for those Church militants who had never backed down and all fought to the death.
A typical Feudal Army would have fled long ago; only they fought to the death. It seemed that the psychological defenses built by religious indoctrination were very effective in dealing with these monsters.
Just the thought made him involuntarily cast a glance towards Reynard with his peripheral vision, unsure of how he felt.
"And then? Surely, you didn't all turn into deserters, did you?" Lance changed the subject back.
"After I fled the battlefield, a large number of soldiers converged around me, including Artillerymen, Musketeers, and Serfs. We didn't manage to bring out many supplies, but a large part of the cannons and ammunition was retained because they had been moved out early.
At that time, we planned to go to the nearest city for supplies and then report the situation, waiting for orders from above. These monsters must not be left unchecked.
