The sudden retreat of the Sandoria and Westhaven soldiers left the Starhaven army stunned.
When they heard the retreating horns, they thought the Sandoria army might be using some kind of tactic to lure them in. After thinking it over, the Starhaven army realized there was no need to chase them after they left Simonton City. Their goal was to drive them away, not wipe out the entire e army.
The Starhaven army could only watch as their foes fled, abandoning their armor and weapons in their hasty retreat.
Was victory really that easy?
They had prepared themselves to fight to the last breath. With Westhaven making such a grand effort to assist, how could they possibly retreat so easily?
Even with Rafael personally on the battlefield, it was a fierce fight. The reality was just as harsh- everywhere was filled with corpses, and the city was drenched in blood. Even the falling snow couldn’t cover up the overwhelming stench of blood.
Simonton City was vast, and beyond the city, there were numerous villages.
Timothy hurried back to the command post. “Marshal, should we pursue them? We need to prevent them from slaughtering the civilians and ravaging the villages.”
“Liam won’t do that, but Victor might. Send General Sinclair with the Mystic Army to chase them down,” Rafael replied.
Rafael knew Liam well. He was never a warmonger in Westhaven, and atrocities like destroying villages were not something to expect under Liam’s command.
However, Victor had spent many years on the Southern Frontier without achieving any military merit. He might resort to killing civilians out of frustration. With the pursuit underway, Victor would be too preoccupied to commit further atrocities against civilians.
“Understood, sir!”
Timothy mounted his horse, and set off to find Carissa to deliver Rafael’s orders.
Carissa raised her Rose Spear, and shouted, “Mystic Army, follow me! We’re going after the Sandorial
soldiers!”
As the Mystic Army moved, the other soldiers followed suit. Their eyes were bloodshot from the battle, and they were determined to witness the Sandoria soldiers flee from Simonton City.
Barrett, meanwhile, had been searching for Aurora amidst the retreat.
He shouted as loud as possible, “Aurora! Aurora!”
In the midst of the resounding footsteps and chaos, his calls seemed feeble. Without hesitation, he followed Carissa in pursuit…
of the Westhaven forces.
When the two armies clashed within the breached city, Aurora led her troops in pursuit of the Westhaven soldiers. Among them were several junior officers dressed in distinctive attire–her primary
targets.
What Barrett didn’t realize was that Aurora had already fallen into the hands
Her plan was to capture these junior officers and use them to force Liam’s withdrawal. If Westhaven retreated, the Sandoria forces would collapse as they couldn’t withstand the pressure.
If she could capture them, she would certainly make a significant contribution!
As she chased them, she realized she was on the right track. The group ahead was clearly trying to avoid fighting, and was heading straight out of the city. These were likely nobles and royalty seeking to make a name for themselves on the battlefield. Their goal was just to show their faces so they could return home and secure a position.
Aurora had struck gold with this plan before, so she was determined to see it through. Leading her men, which numbered fewer than a thousand, she pressed on relentlessly.
After chasing for about half an hour, the group ahead finally stopped, gasping for breath. Aurora’s men were also exhausted, with some barely able to lift their weapons.
Just as she ordered her men to attack, many Westhaven soldiers, who had been waiting in the alleys, surged out from all directions.
Her head snapped up as she noticed the smug, calculating grins on the faces of the junior officers she had been chasing. It was clear now that she had been lured into a trap. After a relentless chase, her stamina was no match for the well–rested soldiers lying in wait.
A commanding officer’s voice rang out, “Kill everyone except that woman!”
The Westhaven soldiers brandished their large blades, advancing with fierce determination. Their movements were swift and merciless–it was evident that they were highly trained and ruthless killers!
