Chapter 738

"Damn it!"

Andrew raised his telescope. Through the lens, the disastrous scene unfolding on the right wing stabbed straight into his mind.

After the first square collapsed, it was as if someone had toppled a row of dominoes. The other squares broke apart one after another, and the Horn Bay Alliance fell into total disarray. The soldiers desperately fled toward the rear, each wishing they had two more legs.

Clearly, these men could no longer regroup. Two-fifths of the New Sect Army's forces had been lost just like that, leaving the flank wide open.

The ten mercenary battalions of the Horn Bay Volunteer Army were forced to form a new right wing. The situation was critical.

Andrew made his decision at once, ordering the ten mercenary battalions to turn at a right angle. Facing the enemy's advancing left wing, they formed a new defensive line to cover the center.

"Is it really all right to do this?" Mariana asked worriedly from beside him.

"Madam, although they're locals from Horn Bay, they were all trained according to our methods. Every one of them is excellent. Please have confidence in them." Andrew thumped his chest as he assured her.

Mariana had crossed the sea with the Eton Army and had met both Andrew and Quirk. Although neither of them was one of Old Greiman's former retainers, their circumstances were different.

During the war against the orcs, Mariana had stayed at Paul's side the entire time. The navy had not contributed much to that war, while Quirk had either been in Franklin Harbor or drifting at sea, so he had never met her.

Andrew, however, had seen Mariana while campaigning alongside Paul. The moment they met, he connected her with the beautiful wife of Count Old Greiman.

As a nobleman from Bairdin, he