"Your Highness, let's leave here quickly." The captain of the guard pulled Prince Cloto's war horse, trying to pull him out of the dangerous place.

The place where Prince Cloto is now is in the darkness about five hundred meters to the left of the city gate, avoiding the impact of heavy cavalry.

"No, Aroy is still in the city. You should hurry up and summon the fleeing soldiers. I must guard Aroy's retreat." Croto whipped the guard's hand and drew a bloody mouth.

"But the enemy--" The captain of the guard was a little hesitant.

"There won't be many enemies, otherwise we won't be attacking the city gate until now. As long as we can organize five thousand people, we will be able to turn the tide - go quickly!"

Cloto sat on the war horse and looked hard at the distance. In the darkness, he could not see the whole picture of the battlefield clearly. He only knew that the soldiers of the Ian Kingdom were driven and rushed towards the Suffolk gate.

The city gate is limited in size, but with this way of survival and hope, the soldiers of the Ian Kingdom who were driven away had no courage to turn back and resist.

They tried their best to wield their weapons and slashed their comrades in order to get themselves closer to the city gate.

Ander didn't have many soldiers under his command. Apart from a heavy cavalry brigade, there was only one light cavalry brigade and three sword and shield quadrains, with a total of about 2,500 people.

In fact, in order to sneak in silently, even if you were mingling in a big circle in the orc army, it was already very rare to take a heavy cavalry brigade. It was impossible to bring all the bloody tide troops of more than 10,000 people over without being discovered.

Because the orcs and elves coalition have only 12,000 people here, and after deducting the eight thousand people destroyed by Ende, there are only 4,000 people left.
Chapter completed!