When Defeat Comes, It Collapses Like a Mountain! (Two-in-One)

As the saying went, when an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain. Even the most elite legion, in the instant it broke, would spill away like a raging tide for thousands of miles, with no chance of recovery at all.

The rafts that had already made it halfway across the river began desperately rowing back.

Even more despairing were the thousand or so Northern Principality guards who had already reached Nalant's side of the riverbank. Crying for their fathers and mothers, they began retreating into the river.

But without rafts, escaping was no easy task.

Many of them could not swim. After blindly rushing into the river in panic, they lost their balance and sank straight to the bottom, immediately swept away by the current.

"Th... this works too?" To go from the brink of defeat to imminent victory in merely a dozen seconds—

Boris and Rell, the two country bumpkins turned wealthy landowners, were left staring in utter disbelief.

"Kill! Boris, Rell, what are you two standing around for? The enemy will all get away soon. Don't you want the spoils of war?" Nalant's furious shout rang out just then, jolting the two awake.

Now was the perfect opportunity to crush the enemy completely. As long as they moved quickly enough, this force of ten thousand would never have the chance to counterattack again.

Therefore, they had to strike at once, until the enemy was terrified to the bone and could no longer organize any counterattack.

"Oh, right! Spoils of war—we need spoils of war! Kill!" Boris and Rell came to their senses, immediately raising their longswords and leading their men in pursuit of the fleeing enemy.

When Stella saw Nalant leading his men over the stone wall toward the opposite bank, she did not hesitate to