Night was falling.
The battle lines on the human side had retreated, time and again, by at least two to three miles.
This stretch of battle lines that measured two to three miles was covered with blood on every inch of this trail. With every step the humans retreated, many soldiers had to be sacrificed. Every retreat made often required them to put in several lives in order to avoid the collapse of their battle lines.
Despite the human commanding officers sparing no efforts in trying to grab hold of every opportunity in this war, the difference in strength was ultimately not something that wisdom could make up for. Even if they had tried all ways they could possibly think of, they were still unable to salvage themselves from a defeat.
What they could do was nothing more than try their best not to be in disorder despite the defeat and also not to collapse because of the defeat.
