Under the rocket barrage, the allied soldiers finally failed to hold their formation and fled in disarray.
Even being cut down by the Supervisory Team was easier than being struck by Rockets.
When Marquis Atkins saw this, he did not fly into a rage. Instead, he chatted cheerfully with his adjutant. "The lads have held on until now. Their courage deserves a whole jar of wine from me!"
A servant immediately stepped forward with a jar of wine.
He really did drink the entire jar.
The adjutant said worriedly, "Our infantry has been routed. That was a full twenty thousand men, yet they did not kill even one enemy."
"Hahaha, little Robert, do you know that when you need to eat four loaves of bread to feel full, it absolutely does not mean the first three were useless?" Atkins laughed heartily.
The adjutant did not understand.
Could the Marquis be an enemy spy?
Had the enemy bought him off?
Thinking this, the adjutant quietly drew his saber.
But he did not pull it all the way free.
"Their mana has been exhausted. Marshal Shepherd across the river should have completed the encirclement by now. They are birds in a cage—they cannot fly away even if they want to." Atkins smiled smugly.
Only then did the adjutant understand. They had actually used tens of thousands of men as bait to drain the enemy's mana. What ordinary commander could make such a decision? Even nobles who had always despised commoners would not do such a thing. After all, once all the soldiers were gone, the nobles would be nothing but an empty shell.
There was only one reason they could do it: this was an allied army, and those soldiers had been cobbled together from various kingdoms.
Only the Supervisory Team at