"Jiang Tian is my father's killer."

"That bitch Ekaterina has lived long enough."

"I curse you both forever."

"Those two bastards deserve to die a horrible death."

Vankanov slammed his legs against the horse's belly, and his warhorse galloped swiftly eastward.

The army collapsed like a house of cards.

The head coach has retreated.

The people behind them also retreated quickly, like a receding tide.

Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba went on a killing spree.

Each person in their group fired a full 30 shots.

Only then did they swing the Tsar Cannon and hurl it into the crowd.

Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba were indistinguishable; whether it was the serf army or the enemy's forces, they would smash them first and ask questions later.

Wherever the Tsar's cannons passed, the enemy was smashed to pieces, leaving no trace of flesh or armor.

"Sound the retreat and tell those two not to pursue us," Jiang Tian said loudly, putting away his binoculars.

Soon, the sound of gongs rang out.

Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba stopped abruptly.

Watching the enemy army retreat like a receding tide, the two men felt deep regret.

"Give us another hour. We can wipe them out completely."

"These bastards are nothing but trash. In my opinion, they're not even worth mentioning."

"Luckily they ran away; if they hadn't, we would have killed them."

Both of them were still enjoying the fight.

Watching the people recede like the tide.

These serf soldiers continued their pursuit.

For these serf soldiers, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As long as they keep chasing.

Killing three to five more people wouldn't be a problem for anyone.

"Brothers, the enemy has been defeated."

"We can't let them get away with this."

"As long as they can still run, regardless of whether they are injured or not, chase after them."