At the cry to clean up the battlefield, the cheering surged like the great floodwaters of August, vast and unstoppable.
Everyone seemed to have a spring wound eighteen turns tight, bouncing three feet into the air.
They could not help being excited, could not help throwing caution to the wind. In this battle, even the weakest soldier had scored a kill. Everyone had personally taken the field, and everyone had drawn blood. It was an invisible force that made the soldiers recognize and grow familiar with one another without realizing it. That feeling that they were all family made it entirely worth cutting loose like this.
Besides, the spoils were simply too rich.
The weapons and armor stripped from the seventeen Rogue Knights who had charged at the very front and died there were enough to make anyone green with envy.
Four intact suits of full-body heavy armor, three damaged suits of chainmail, five damaged suits of scale armor, five intact sleeveless half-body plate armors, two Ancient Runic Shields, twelve intact lances, six Runic Hand-and-a-Half Swords, three Pendor Two-Handed Greatswords, five thick knight shields, two short horn bows, and one Short Noldor Composite Bow.
Two wounded Underworld Chargers, three Crimson Chargers, twenty-four dead horses, and even more weapons and equipment of the next lower quality tier.
They had truly struck it rich.
After giving the two Ancient Runic Shields to the veteran Ig and the newly promoted veteran Bru, Zhang Yang ordered everyone to return to Mariansburg. This battle had crippled and frightened the Rogue Knights in the region. Most importantly, the Rogue Knights at their core were nearly wiped out, so there was no need to worry about them making a comeback.
By the time Rogue Knights from other regions heard the news and rushed over, it would naturally