The rebels began their retreat towards the western fort.
Royal army to begin pursuit.
The rebels lack food, almost exclusively water.
Even the salt was burned.
A drop in health, more remarkable than that in morale, took quite a few, by the arrows, swords and spears of the kingdom.
"Blonde devil!
Wayne screams and recklessly snatches away the rebels, one spear after the other.
After taking the whole thing away,
"Who was the devil! I'm a person."
Saying so, Wayne runs with his eyes on new enemy soldiers.
We arrived inside the gates of the west fort,
"How many people could you reach?
Rebel commander asks his deputy, worried about the burn on his arm.
"I thought maybe 500 or so"
"Oh, you did so much ⁉I would have come at ⁉2000!
500 in 1000 Imperial Army, 500 Westin Army, and 4 other houses.
Three quarters will have been lost.
It is a devastating loss.
"How many people got hit?
To Lieutenant General Simon's inquiry,
"About 400 people died in battle, about 200 people were injured."
"You're pretty fucked. No, if I had fought like that, I might have been hit twice that, thanks to Ensign Patrick for making a good move."
"Ha. But it's coming from here. Next, it's not like Fort Niya."
"I didn't know I had to drop my country's fort"