When the entire small hill's mudslide came crashing down, Charles's army was passing through, and hearing the rumbling behind, Charles turned around to see, furious to the point of liver rending!
"Retreat!"
"Scatter!"
"Quick!"
The entire marching battalion was instantly split into two halves. The faster half luckily escaped the disaster, while the latter half was drenched thoroughly!
"Tch!"
"Puh—"
"Cough..."
The team was in chaos, and the mudslide on the hillside was still slowly spilling out, although the flow rate had slowed down. Charles clenched his fist tightly: "Team 1, Team 2, go around behind the hill, catch that bastard causing trouble behind us and tear him apart!"
