In one war zone, a group of victors is galloping across the battlefield on horseback.
"Haha, those cowards from the Tebel Kingdom are no match for us!"
"Exactly, with their cowardice, how do they occupy such fertile land?"
"Maybe this mountain will become my territory someday."
"Hahaha, you're dreaming! How many did you kill last time? I slaughtered six!" a Knight boasted proudly, riding on his warhorse, his arrogance evident.
In recent days, their combat operations have been smooth sailing, having thoroughly routed enemy forces on the front battlefield. At this moment, the enemy's retreating soldiers are fleeing in disarray. This vast area is essentially seen by them as an occupied zone.
"Alright, keep your Spirit up! We can't be sure those escapees won't turn desperate," the Captain ordered.
Although the others still joked around, they toned it down a bit and put on a serious demeanor.
"Is there a village ahead?"
"This is a great chance to profit, hehe."
