Juan didn't order to stop chasing until the enemy fled to the city and was about to enter the range covered by the enemy's cannons.
Everyone went back to the camp slowly and orderly.
It was a pity that they ran too fast, or they could take the opportunity to overturn the turtle shell.
The soldiers who had fled back to the city were still fluttering with fear, not caring about the emphasized discipline.
They finally escaped from the disaster.
The enemies were all human beings, but they were all elites and even the trump cards!
The commander went back to Hank angrily.
"The people living in the city are all elites, Hank!"
Hank, who was still observing the situation on the city wall, was directly grasped up by the collar.
The man who barely maintained his dignity roared.
"How do I know they are all elites?"
Hank also felt wronged.
There were still a large number of soldiers who only carried simple and crude weapons, without armors, and almost went to fight without weapons.