Quagmire

748, Quagmire

The seventeenth day after the battle began.

Jedi Master Nokuna's army was slowly retreating. Rather than a retreat, it was more like a rout.

Thanks to the Clone Troopers' excellent training and discipline, any other ordinary army would have fallen apart after everything they had endured these past few days.

Ever since their defeat and retreat from Chuka City, they had been relentlessly pursued by the Jabiimi National Army and the droid army. Their pursuers were in no hurry to catch up and wipe them out directly. Instead, they fought while allowing them to keep retreating, then stalked close behind like a cat playing with a mouse.

This would be a road of death.

Aside from Zephyr-G speeder bikes and a small number of Speeders, all of the Clone Army's heavy equipment had been bogged down in the mud and either destroyed or captured by the Jabiimi National Army. They could only rely on their own feet to march through the endless rain and mud.

For a chance at survival.

By comparison, the Jabiimi National Army's droid forces neither slept nor rested, while the Nimbus commandos' antigravity skates barely consumed any stamina.

It was not that they could not catch up. They were merely waiting for their prey to exhaust itself and become helpless before killing it in one stroke.

Nokuna's Clone Army had numbered eight thousand. During the battle at Chuka City, despite being besieged from within and without, more than four thousand had stubbornly managed to withdraw. Naturally, Master Nokuna's desperate fighting had played a crucial role, allowing the Clone Troopers scattered by the Series A robots to regroup and break through.

But even after breaking out, another hell still awaited them.

In the unceasing rain, even the smallest wound would quickly become inflamed, infected, and