Soon this grassland that had turned into a temporary battlefield returned to peace once again. The Barbarian Cavalry had suffered a complete and utter rout; aside from a portion that successfully escaped due to the limited troop strength of the Two Rivers County Cavalry, the remainder were basically either killed in combat or surrendered.
Having experienced multiple defeats, even warriors as proud as those of the Iron Bone Tribe did not refuse to surrender. Although they might be turned into slaves, they could at least preserve their lives.
Ron was also sitting on his horse at this moment, looking at this battlefield. A large number of barbarian prisoners of war were surrounded by the soldiers under his command, and cavalrymen still rushed back from time to time with numerous masterless warhorses. As for the weapons in the hands of those captives, they were thrown into a pile, and the soldiers intended to use fire oil to burn them. After all, the weapons of these barbarians were far inferior to the standard-issue weapons of Two Rivers County, and keeping them just took up space, so it was better to find a way to destroy them.
Before the battle, Ron had not expected that he would win so easily, but he understood that the thing playing the most important role in all this was the grenade he currently held in his hand.
This was a weapon whose design and development had just been completed by the Arms Factory of Two Rivers County, and it was called a grenade by Victor. Because there was a long hemp rope at the back of the grenade, it was also called a horse-tail grenade by the cavalry.
This type of weapon was specially used for throwing; that long hemp rope made it convenient to control the