Yu Tian had always felt that the scattered sand corps under Muhammad’s command were all cannon fodder, as well as the hundreds of old pirates under allab. They were all undisciplined armies.
An undisciplined army did not have any combat ability. However, this old pirate army of Allab did not seem as bad as he had imagined.
At least these old pirates had rich battle experience. Even if there was no one commanding them, they would still be able to make a suitable choice on the battlefield.
If this ability to escape was placed on offense, it might be able to give off the aura of a special forces squad.
Arab could not care about the carriages of soldiers that were left behind. He saw these soldiers running up the hill from afar and was slightly relieved.
He felt that these soldiers had a great chance of escaping, even better than his own convoy.
The convoy was still being beaten up, and the enemy machine guns were chasing after them.