"What a pack of useless idiots! Always boasting as if they were invincible, and they lost this quickly!"
Watching the scene from afar, Hugmar, the Feilie Army's frontline commander, burst into curses.
But there was nothing he could do now except withdraw.
"You think you can just run away after fighting? Not so fast!"
The Jonis Mercenary Corps and the Seris Magic Martial Artists pressed their advantage and pursued.
The city's defenders poured out to support them.
By then, the enemy had already lost the courage to fight and begun to rout.
This was their chance to earn glory. How could they let others get ahead?
"These penal troops really aren't up to the task."
"They're already ignoring orders?"
"Forget it. Let them go."
Inside the Mage Tower, everyone felt rather helpless at the sight.
A thousand soldiers were easy to find; a good general was not.
Once blood ran hot on the battlefield, a few words were hardly enough to change anyone's mind.
What sort of troops obeyed every order without fail?
Elites!
True elites!
Even in high-magic civilizations such as Atrelin and the Ottomitia Empire, let alone the Lainer World, only a handful of units could manage that.
Fortunately, the situation was still quite favorable. They could even use these men's momentum to overwhelm the enemy and keep up the pressure.
The fleeing enemy soldiers would not stop to consider why those men had charged out of the city in pursuit. They would only feel utterly terrified.
As for promoting commanders who understood warfare and could keep their subordinates in line, improving the quality of the Queen's Army would have to wait.
Across the Red River, in the Feilie Army's main camp.
"Your Majesty, Hugmar has been defeated. He's fleeing with his army now, trying to cross