Shi Lei was no fool. After today's battle, Blood Hand wasn't crippled, but he was close. If he crossed blades with Holy Roland I again, he probably wouldn't last more than a few exchanges.
With that in mind, their undead forces had also lost their combat ability. The Vajra Realm skeletons were in the same state as Blood Hand, reduced to spent arrows at the end of their flight.
If he didn't lead the troops away now, then once battle began tomorrow, as soon as Blood Hand was defeated and Holy Roland I was no longer held in check, Plain Fortress might not even last through tomorrow before being overrun by Saint Roland's army.
Since they had already realized that they could not hold the fortress no matter what, it was better to retreat appropriately than stubbornly defend it. At the very least, they could preserve their forces and reduce their losses.
In fact, this had always been his final resort. From the first day Saint Roland's army launched its offensive, he had already begun making the necessary preparations.
Once they left, Plain Fortress would essentially become an empty city.
They would make absolutely sure to leave the enemy nothing but this hollow shell!
Of course, so that Saint Roland's side wouldn't discover their actions, the Giant Eagle Knights and Boar Knights were still carrying out harassment operations. Just as they had over the past few days, they would withdraw before dawn.
Saint Roland's side had no troops equipped with Night Vision, while Great Zhou did. As a result, once night fell, they had no way to monitor Plain Fortress at all. Great Zhou held the initiative from beginning to end.
The night passed without incident. At Saint Roland's army camp, it couldn't exactly be said that everyone slept soundly,