"Why don't you give chase!" Bunn rushed over with red eyes, reaching out to grab Sean's shirt.
Alfred reached out and squeezed Bunn's hand. No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail. With a gentle push, Bunn, who had exhausted almost all his strength, immediately fell to the ground and could not get up for a while. Among the Roveland garrison who were still alive around him, there was no commander willing to help them. Almost everyone They were all blind, just sitting on the ground and resting. Only the more than 130 people brought by Sean were responsible for helping treat the wounded.
"Look at your army, it's already like this, you still want to pursue it?" Sean sneered, his disdain undisguised on his face, "Do you know where the other side's archer troops are hidden? How do you know the other side? Didn't you prepare another ambush force to lie in wait?"
