At this moment, the battle became exceptionally simple.
The noble private soldiers, more than five hundred strong, had already seen their morale steadily plummet before Bruce's infantry even arrived.
The only reason they had not fled outright was that cavalry lingered outside, leaving them nowhere to run.
When more enemies pressed forward, the battle was completely over in a very short time.
Only several dozen of the noble private soldiers died. The rest began to rout.
Those who remained either surrendered outright or turned tail and ran.
Unfortunately, in this terrain, there was no way they could escape.
Thus, Charles's forces grew by another four hundred men.
That unlucky viscount, along with the other two viscounts and the remaining knights, now knelt on the ground in humiliation.
The second-rank viscount was in the most miserable state. Covered in wounds, he had become jumpy and unhinged, seeing terrifying phantoms in everyone he looked at.
Though one baron was kneeling, he still shouted, "I refuse to accept this! I demand the treatment due a noble!"
Qiu Qi dismounted, seized the baron's chin, and sneered. "The treatment due a noble!?"
Smack!
A slap landed on his face. After several more slaps, the baron finally quieted down.
The captured private soldiers were directly incorporated into the Vanguard Battalion.
With that, the troops under Charles's command surged to over sixteen hundred.
Compared to when they had first come ashore, their numbers had nearly doubled.
But the consequences of such rapid growth in troop strength were obvious: the infantry could only fight winning battles.
Once the offensive ahead met with a setback, the infantry might begin to collapse.
At the same time, Charles had a massive headache. Looking at the captured nobles, he sighed. "You people have completely thrown my plans into disarray."
"If you hadn't