The infantry in the middle were no longer in formation; almost everyone was running around in panic, and the artillerymen had even thrown away their cannons.

The only way to describe them is that they were utterly defeated and routed, like stray dogs.

"Damn it!" Hopkins clenched his fist and threw a hard punch.

Harbo, panting heavily, looked ahead and shouted, "This is the only way! Concentrate our forces and break through in one direction. We must return the way we came!"

"Dinger still has a unit there. Given the current situation, they'll definitely come to his aid... If we join forces, we can definitely..."

"Boom boom boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, several cannonballs fell from the sky. The force of the explosions nearby nearly threw him off his horse, and the sound of the explosions almost deafened Harbor's eardrums.

He gripped the reins tightly, his legs gripping the horse's belly, but all he saw before him was a scene of carnage. Soldiers, their bodies blown apart, lay on the ground, their limbs mangled, blood splattered everywhere. Even the warhorses, their legs blown off, lay on the ground, their blood-soaked heads raised, neighing in agony.

But Habo could no longer hear the hissing; all he could hear now was a constant buzzing.

"Hopkins! Are you alright?!"

Although he couldn't hear anything, Harper quickly turned around and shouted to confirm Hopkins' safety.

But all he could see at a glance were a few fallen warhorses, a pile of shattered corpses beside them, charred human heads, severed limbs, a small patch of flame burning on the body, a sunken bullet crater, and a ring of blood and flesh around the edge.

Harper stiffly averted his gaze.

Harper patted his ears, but the buzzing didn't subside. Instead, it sounded like a person in their twilight years, leisurely lying on a balcony chair, enjoying the evening breeze and humming contentedly with their eyes closed.

"Buzzing..."

"Bang bang bang!" Harper gritted his teeth, shook his head, and began to slap his ears hard.

The pain gradually came from his ears, and at a certain moment, countless frantic and desperate screams flooded into his ears.

"My hand is broken! My hand is broken... Where should we retreat? There are enemy soldiers everywhere... Kill them! Kill them... I really can't run anymore... Watch out for shells!! They're coming at us... Harry! Where are you?! Follow me... Charge! Charge! Beverly, tell my father... Where is the officer? We can't go any further, we'll all die here... Someone help me, my legs won't move..."

"Help me..."

"Help me..."

"Someone please save me!!!"

Angry roars, painful howls, desperate pleas, and powerless wails—the voices of thousands upon thousands of people were a chaotic jumble, forcefully shoved into everyone's ears and echoed continuously.

The sky was clear and pure, with fluffy white clouds floating leisurely in the azure sky. The winter sun, shining warmly through the thin clouds, cast dazzling golden rays that spread across the land.

Lieutenant General Harbor, his pale face covered in sweat, rode his warhorse at breakneck speed through the war-torn land, breathing heavily.