Night fell as the Giant Centipedes took the first step in their thousand-mile flight.
Though they had been extremely careful, the marching army still produced a rustling chorus of footsteps.
The disturbance quickly caught the attention of their neighbors.
Human Allied Forces Cavalry Camp.
"Governor, the enemy has begun moving. They are currently retreating north!"
Whether Giant Centipedes or the Magic Crocodile Army, both were invaders in the eyes of the human soldiers.
Killing either one counted as military merit. The higher-ups could worry about the difference between them; the rank-and-file soldiers could not be bothered.
"It is pitch-black out. Since the enemy wants to run, let them run!
No matter how fast they run now, we can catch them after dawn.
As long as they do not approach our camp, leave them alone!"
Governor Pierce said indifferently.
Coming up with flashy new tactics was indeed difficult for him, but he was quite adept at copying someone else's work.
Previously, when the Giant Centipedes had retreated overnight, Hudson had used the cavalry's advantage to give them a brutal beating in open battle.
Having experienced it firsthand, Pierce was confident he could replicate the same approach.
Cavalry, a highly mobile force, did not fear enemies that moved quickly. What they feared was an enemy army holding a defensive line.
According to the daytime reconnaissance, the enemy had also constructed rudimentary defensive works in Yangguan Commandery.
Because of the Giant Centipedes' betrayal, the defensive strength of that line remained uncertain for now, but it was still troublesome for cavalry.
In theory, if the enemy held their line, a cavalry corps alone would find it difficult to take them down.
But once they left their fortifications, the situation would be entirely different.
In an encounter battle on the plains, they could grind the