As the fighting gradually subsided, the Wilderness Alliance Army eyed the large reinforcement force that had arrived for the enemy. They had no choice but to leave their dead behind and retreat like a receding tide.
The reinforcing Thorn Soldiers swept the battlefield while the Auxiliary Soldiers constructed a temporary camp.
As expected, Fujero had been ambushed on the road by a male Zor Commander leading several thousand Wilderness People.
If the Legion Commander hadn't been so cautious, and if not for his outstanding military talent, those punks might have actually pulled off their ambush.
Even so, the ambush had still delayed their march. They'd tried to make up for lost time but still arrived half a day late.
"Fujero, what were your casualties?"
A bonfire blazed in a clearing with a large cauldron bubbling over it. Levi was fishing a piece of tender mutton from the thick stew, his mouth already slick with grease as he ate.
