"What should we do? Naturally, retreat at once! Your Majesty, please give the order. Any later and it will be too late—our extraordinary knight regiment cannot afford losses!!" No sooner had Bernard finished speaking than Earl Rakoff cried out anxiously.
If the king had not been here, he would have mounted up without a second word and fled with his subordinates long ago.
As for the crowded masses on the stone bridge... with the strength of their extraordinary knights, ordinary guardsmen would not be able to stop them at all.
"Rakoff, nearly half the guardsmen have yet to withdraw!" Bernard was not as heartless as Rakoff. Hearing this, he frowned slightly and offered a reminder. That was several thousand lives.
"Bernard, we have already covered the retreat of most of the guardsmen. With the situation so urgent, preserving the strength of the knight regiment must naturally come first! We can afford to lose half the guardsmen." Rakoff did not yield in the slightest before Bernard's words.
In truth, if they were willing to take a risk, they might still be able to immediately hold back the Magic Beast cavalry, buy the guardsmen some time to cross the river, and then complete their withdrawal before the three thousand Holy Knights arrived.
But that was far too dangerous. With Rakoff's principles, he certainly would not risk himself for a few ordinary guardsmen.
"Your Majesty, I believe Earl Rakoff is right. If we do not retreat now, it will be too late!" At that moment, another earl stepped forward. It was Earl Blackiron Batman. Batman likewise had no desire to risk himself for the lives of a few common soldiers.
The king, meanwhile, gazed at the guardsmen fleeing for their lives in panic, caught in a difficult choice.
If he chose to retreat