Ang stood at the edge of the city wall, his gaze piercing through the heavy smoke as he watched the remaining lizardmen forces in the distance.
The air was thick with the pungent scent of gunpowder and the charred stench of burning trees, which the sea breeze quickly carried in every direction.
The forest before them, which had only just burned, still crackled with sparks beneath the thick smoke. The scorching heat in the air made it difficult for everyone to breathe.
Gunpowder smoke and thick haze ravaged the coastal battlefield, making the gloomy sky feel even more oppressive.
"They're retreating." A soldier standing on the wall shouted, his voice hoarse. The tense fighting of the past few days had clearly taken quite a toll on his throat. "The lizardmen are falling back, sir!"
Ang nodded slightly, but he did not feel much relief.
More than ten catapults had already been destroyed. Each one required a great deal of materials and manpower to maintain, while the consumption of magic bombs had rapidly depleted their reserves.
Fortunately, Ang had prepared in advance. He quickly made new catapults and replenished their supply of magic bombs, allowing them to maintain their offensive until this attack was completely driven back.
Quintina walked over to Ang, her voice low and full of doubt. "Ang, was the Empire's first landing attempt unsuccessful because there were simply too many lizardmen?"
Ang looked at the battlefield before him, shrouded in smoke and flames. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly. "I don't know, but I guess the reason was probably similar. The number of lizardmen is truly shocking. Without these magic bombs, we would probably have been buried beneath their corpses long ago."
Quintina frowned. "There are far too many of them. Without magic bombs, we simply