Usually, an army collapses in sections, with a small group's panic spreading to the rest.
But the Centaur army before them was already retreating wholesale.
'Don't they have enforcers?' Robson wondered.
Ordinarily, with any semblance of command, an army shouldn't be in this state. At the very least, they shouldn't be fleeing in such a desperate, disorganized panic.
The way they were running, his Cavalry Team could charge in and simply crush them!
Seeing that the enemy was indeed retreating, Robson cast aside his suspicions. On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting.
"Knight Commander Elon, are you ready?" Robson asked, turning to him.
Knight Commander Elon was already staring intently at the battlefield. His heavy breathing made it clear he was incredibly fired up.
Knight Commander Elon snapped back to the present.
"Rest assured, my Lord Viscount. The Fengman Knight Order is at your command!" Elon even offered a military salute.
