The defeated army's negotiator looked utterly disappointed. Then he spread his arms and said something to them that they could not make out. The defenders erupted in an uproar, and quite a few of them actually seemed hesitant.
At that moment, the Commander of the defenders pulled out his gun and fired a shot directly into the defeated army's persuader. The man crashed to the ground. The defeated soldiers around him fell into chaos, and many wanted to rush forward and attack the defenders.
"Hey! It's happening! It's happening! The good part is here!" Burgess had not expected things to turn so dramatic. He immediately perked up, forgetting all about the snacks in his hand as he shouted excitedly, "Hurry up and fight! Hurry up and fight!"
Ronglin smiled calmly. "You're overthinking it. They won't fight."
Seeing Ronglin's confident expression, Burgess felt a little annoyed. He wanted to make a bet with him, but then he suddenly thought better of it. He should not provoke him for now. Better to admit defeat first; once Ronglin got slapped in the face later, he could roll his eyes at him all he wanted.
The defeated army descended into turmoil. Many were about to attack the island defenders, but many of their companions stopped them and forcibly dragged them back. They carried the attacked negotiator away, said something unknown to the defenders, then turned and walked back toward the ships without looking back.
The local defenders also fell into considerable disorder. For a moment, quite a few defenders threw down their weapons and rushed toward the defeated army, boarding the ships with them.
Burgess stared at the scene in stunned disbelief. Could Ronglin really predict everything so accurately? He could even calculate whether the two sides would fight?
"You don't understand, do you?"