Chapter 290 - 180 Accident_2
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Quintus was right in his guess; Andres indeed had that intention when he was forced to retreat. He deliberately let his team fall behind and created some confusion to lure the enemies from the inner camp to strike, so he could justifiably demand that the other teams that had just left return for support.
To achieve this goal, he was willing to accept losses for his team. It was his last effort for this war; however, the mercenaries stayed in the inner camp, allowing them to leave.
Reluctantly, Andres led his team to evacuate from the mercenary outer camp, which had been seized with countless sacrifices. He passed through a camp almost burnt to ashes, and traversed the battlefield, which was a cause of immense grief and defeat for him. Finally, he arrived on the west bank of the Kolana River, and reined in his warhorse, turning his head back with a look of unwillingness.
Under the sunlight, the swamp was steaming with mist, making the mercenary camp in the far distance appear illusory and vague...
Suddenly Andres felt: This war was his last chance to eliminate this mercenary army. If he gave up, it would be endless trouble in the future...
Thinking of this, his hands clenched tightly, and hatred surged in his heart: It’s all that damned Brochi and the Maziyi people’s fault, short-sighted, only caring for themselves, ignoring the interests of Segestica...
The hatred in Andres’ heart continued to grow, and the mane he held in his hand was pulled tighter and tighter.
The warhorse neighed and suddenly lunged forward.
Caught off guard, Andres fell into the river with a splash.