"They ran? They're giving up the fight?"
Chris poked his head out from behind the boulder in confusion and observed the distant Restoration Army through his Glimmer Telescope. They were retreating like an ebbing tide.
When the Restoration Army's Sword-and-Shield Fighters and Spearmen had charged up the slope under covering fire from their musketeers and archers, Chris had already led his men toward the other side of the hill.
He only had a hundred-odd men. Only an idiot would stay put and fight the Restoration Army head-on.
Not only had Chris fled himself, but he had also notified Isaac over the Walkie-Talkie, telling him to take the skirmishers and retreat in another direction.
As long as you survived, you could always make a comeback.
Lose the land but save the people, and you could recover both. Save the land but lose the people, and you would lose both.
To Chris, those two ancestral sayings meant the same thing, so he ran with a clear conscience and without a single reservation... however clever he was, could he possibly be smarter than his ancestors?
Thus, Chris had planned to withdraw temporarily, let the Restoration Army pass, then look for another chance to return and harass them.
Unexpectedly, just as he had moved the field clinic and the wounded two hills back and was preparing to flee with his own men, the enemy climbing the hill had beaten him to it.
It had happened so suddenly that Chris had already led his men over a hundred meters away before he realized no one seemed to be pursuing them. Something was off.
Then, after Isaac informed him that the enemy had fled, Chris finally worked up the courage to bring his men back for a look.
Chris watched for a long time before confirming