Temporarily Retreat

Kalem frowned deeply, staring fixedly at the smoke-shrouded battlefield.

The Orcish commander might not even have realized it himself, but his hands were trembling slightly.

The situation on the battlefield was the last thing he wanted to see—the enemy infantry had not been routed, while his own cavalry had already lost its momentum.

The Orcish Generals surrounding Ke Lunmu remained silent.

Many were hoping for a miracle. Perhaps if they continued fighting a little longer, the human square formation would suddenly collapse?

Others wanted to speak but did not dare. The army had marched westward, undefeated in every battle. Whenever the Orcish Cavalry charged the frail human infantry squares, they had always prevailed. If they said anything discouraging at this moment, would it anger Ke Lunmu?

Time passed second by second. Finally, someone could hold back no longer, breaking the silence and shattering everyone's illusions.

"Continuing like this is meaningless. What difference is there between this and being stuck in mud? We have to pull them back and regroup into formation for a second charge!"

Seeing someone step forward, the Orcish Generals all let out a sigh of relief and looked at their commander with questioning eyes.

Ke Lunmu looked toward the speaker, and his eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

Just as everyone thought he was about to erupt, the Orcish commander gritted his teeth and said, "You're right, Grothal."

Ke Lunmu barked an order. "Have them retreat and regroup. We will draw our bows tight once more and shoot our sharp arrows!"

In truth, Grothal's description of being "stuck in mud" was already quite tactful. No matter how one looked at it, the orcs were the ones suffering heavier casualties. The ring of corpses around the human squares left the Orcish Generals both furious and shocked.

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