The continuous barrage of arrows from the ferries inflicted heavy casualties on the Dire Wolf Guard. These grassland warriors, once proud and even arrogant, were now utterly panicked.
The enemy's rain of arrows was terrifyingly sharp. Their armor could not withstand it at all. When they tried to retaliate, they discovered that even the war bows and arrows crafted by the finest bowyers in their tribe could not harm the enemies atop the walls. They were simply too far from the city walls.
The captain of the Dire Wolf Guard, a young man with a scar over his right eye, saw the grievous losses among his men and noticed that the enemies on the walls seemed ready to launch a second and third wave of attacks. He roared, "Retreat!"
He knew that if he did not lead the Dire Wolf Guard away now, everyone under his command, himself included, would be left here. That would be an exceptionally devastating loss for the Dire Wolf Guard.
Thus, he led the uninjured Dire Wolf Guard directly out of the fortress's arrow range. Aside from a few lightly wounded men who could still ride, most of the wounded and dead Dire Wolf Guard were left behind in disgrace.
James and the others laughed triumphantly at the sight. Seeing the enemy flee, Soyasdin spat unwillingly. If he had been given a little more time, the bed crossbows and heavy crossbow troops might truly have wiped out this elite force of the Iron Bone Tribe. At the very least, it would have been a great military achievement.
At that moment, the usually silent leader of the Intelligence Department's operations team suddenly said to James, "My lord Viscount, these Barbarian guards are far from ordinary. They are all close attendants of the High Chieftain on the