After a brief moment of shock, the first reaction of the Barbarian Tribes wasn't to withdraw, but to fight. They couldn't abandon the loot they had just seized.
"Cowards! We're not going to run from a fight."
Hearing this, the Archer couldn't help but get furious, "Fools! Our advantage is in the open wilderness, not here defending loot we can't take with us."
"You're just trying to drag us down because you didn't seize anything."
"Exactly, hold the walls. They can't break in."
"I was just thinking we needed horses to pull the carts, and here they come."
"A Knight? He won't return alive!"
Seeing this, the Archer frowned, slowly retreated behind the others, and disappeared in the chaos.
These Barbarian Tribes were seasoned warriors, not like the city defense force that would flee before a fight. In truth, they weren't afraid of the Imperial People who were coming back to attack. They each picked up their weapons, ready to defend the walls.
