The red sun gradually disappeared at the edge of the horizon, and the captured mercenaries trudged forward in the sunset's afterglow, forming a long, disheveled line as they staggered on.
The Black Iron Alliance Army lost.
This grand campaign, months in the planning and assembling more than half of Black Iron's forces, was lost cleanly and decisively.
No one could comprehend the situation.
Even Jora couldn't accept the reality!
Because the reality was that with a left forward kick and a right whipping leg, an army of hundreds of thousands collapsed instantaneously.
He was a mercenary, not unfamiliar with war, but in half a lifetime of fighting, he had never seen such a situation.
The River Valley King personally led the charge, sweeping through the strongest central army like a force of nature. The eldest son of Fury was like a tottering baby in front of the River Valley King, losing inexplicably and before he could react, was scattered by the routing forces.
