Rody’s legs felt numb like they were being pricked by countless needles.
After running for nearly an hour, the horse finally collapsed. It foamed at the mouth and could no longer stand. Rody was forced to continue on foot.
His sweat and tears mixed. He was desperate. A little while ago, he heard the screams of his dying men behind him and felt agitated. He almost turned around to join the fight so that he could die together with his loyal soldiers.
However, Andy constantly reminded Rody about his soldiers’ resolution and how his actions of going back there would only court death. If Rody died, everything would be over. If the Duke of the Tulip Family was dead, there would be no Tulip Family banner and the Northwest Legion would immediately fall apart.
If only I wasn’t the Duke of the Tulip Family but an ordinary warrior, I could just go back to my comrades and die with them...