Observation

Bragi stepped forward and took hold of Hakon's other arm. "Come on. Let's return to my command post first. You need to rest. More importantly, we must immediately figure out exactly what happened!"

Under the escort of their personal guards, the two quietly returned to the brightly lit Tyrol Fortress and went straight to Bragi's simple yet heavily guarded command post.

After closing the door and shutting out the noise from outside, Bragi poured Hakon a cup of cheap ale and asked in a low voice, "Now, tell me, Hakon. What exactly happened during the day? What kind of enemy did you encounter? How could you have suffered such a... devastating defeat?"

Hakon accepted the cup, but his hand trembled slightly, spilling some of the ale.

He gulped it down, as if trying to use the alcohol to suppress the lingering shock in his heart, and only then began describing what had happened during the day in broken fragments.

His account was far more detailed than the personal guards' report, and it was also steeped in the horror of someone who had experienced it firsthand.

He described the suffocatingly disciplined formation of the Carnford Army's allied cavalry, the terrifying impact of Fran City's heavy cavalry, which struck like an iron wall, and the enemy cavalry's exquisite coordination and vicious determination to fight to the death.

"...They... they weren't fighting a battle. They were more like... more like a pack of mad dogs driven into a corner! No, they were even more terrifying than mad dogs! They were a pack of well-trained wolves!" Hakon's voice trembled.

"Our charge... shattered before them like waves crashing against a reef! I saw it with my own eyes—our bravest centurion was pierced through, horse and rider alike, by their long spears and sent flying!"

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