Chapter 1039: Zenitians’ Victory Part Four (1/2)

Seeing the devastating scene, Lampard hesitated for a moment and didn’t stop the Undead Mage.

According to the tradition of war on Azeroth, supreme masters shouldn’t kill ordinary soldiers. However, since Barcelonans invaded Zenit, they followed the annihilation policy in the southern region of Zenit. They killed many citizens of Zenit, including white-haired seniors and young children, and they burned down cities and towns. They were like demons in human skin. Towards this type of opponents who already broke all the rules of war, sympathy shouldn’t be granted.

In fact, this was why the Undead Mage attacked.

Without the backing of a supreme master, the fate of this Barcelonan troop was set in stone.

Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang didn’t order the troops of Zenit to counterattack. Instead, they focused on the orderly retreat.

This battle lasted less than 30 minutes. The troops of Barcelona crumbled and collapsed. Like sandcastles that were destroyed by ocean waves, the ones who escaped soon disappeared from the plain like fish out of the net. Everything scared them, and they ran without stopping.

This was the first large-scale defeat that Barcelona suffered since the invasion of Zenit.

Some military officers and soldiers couldn’t accept the fact that they lost to a level 1 empire; they felt like their belief in their empire collapsed, and they committed suicide. For these militarists, defeat wasn’t acceptable, and it was equivalent to losing the pride as soldiers.

The other defeated soldiers escaped from the battlefield and only met the reinforcements of Barcelona after running for close to 500 kilometers.

“Hmph! What a joke! Didn’t Pedro say that he has Catalonia Royal Bloodline, and doesn’t he always feel superior and look down on us, the outsiders? What about now?” The head commander of the reinforcement sneered.

“It’s said that Pedro ditched the troop and escaped…” someone said.

“Hmph! Although the head commander escaped, why didn’t these soldiers battle to the death to protect the honor of the empire? How dare they retreat? Come! Kill all these defeated soldiers!” this command ordered with a gloomy expression, and demonic glints flashed in his eyes.

This man wasn’t afraid of Pedro’s prestige, and he was going to kill their own defeated soldiers.

“Mr. Alves, isn’t this a bit…” Someone tried to dissuade him.

“I won’t ever repeat my order!” Alves said in his cold voice as the murderous spirit appeared in his eyes.