It was almost the fourth night after receiving the order of the duke for a full retreat. Commander Trakaros rode beside their leader to make a report. A trace of alarm could be seen on his face which was further highlighted by the few rays of the setting sun.
"The rear-guards suffered casualties again?" the duke was already aware of what was happening on the tail end of his army. Although, his army was suffering casualties on a nightly basis, courtesy of their foes who were trying to annoy them and goad them into a full battle. A hundred soldiers every night seemed to be a good trade if he can drag the king and his army to the war. His plan of rising to the throne would only work if he could exhaust the military power of the current king.