Whoosh!
More than a dozen arrows struck the Tiger-man commander with precision, their tremendous force knocking him straight to the ground.
Henry glanced to the side and saw that Bain had arrived with more than a dozen Imperial Guard Archers to support him.
Strike while he was down! Henry lunged forward and smashed his hammer into the Tiger-man's chest.
The Tiger-man commander let out a muffled groan. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and fury.
With the commander's defeat, the surrounding Half-Orcs' morale plummeted. The morale they had barely managed to maintain collapsed in an instant.
Rumble!
The Lancers wheeled around to the flank, lowered their standard iron Lances, and charged once more!
The Half-Orcs began to falter, no longer daring to resist. Their army retreated again and again, and Henry finally claimed victory.
Several dozen Centaurs fled in panic, their figures gradually vanishing into the distance. The Grassland Warriors did not pursue them any farther.
At that moment, more than a thousand Kobolds, several hundred Gnolls, and several dozen Tiger-men chose to surrender before Henry.
Henry panted heavily, his gaze sweeping over the surrendered Half-Orcs as fighting spirit surged within him.
What did one battle count for? He was going to fight the whole campaign!
"Long live the Empire!"
"Victory!!"
"Long live the King!"
"Victory for the legion!"
"F***ing Half-Orcs! We'll win!"
The soldiers cheered without restraint. They had survived once again, and they had won.
A hefty bonus awaited them. Though they might die in the wars to come, that did not stop them from eating well for the next few days!
When people were alive, the most important goal was to go from eating their fill to eating well.
Fas, covered in blood, walked up beside Henry and