The wooden bridge suspended by thick iron chains on the long bridge creaked under the footsteps of the refugees, and the bridge deck even started to tremble slightly.
Unlike the previous charge across the wooden bridge towards City Hall, the morale of the refugees now was not what it used to be.
They had nearly three thousand people in the Salvation Army that crossed the long bridge, they almost pushed the thousand mercenaries all the way into the alleys before.
Once in the alleys, the knights' charging power would greatly diminish, yet now, a mere fifty knights had beaten them into disarray.
Counting the people on the bridge, about a thousand remained on the other side, some were previously killed or wounded in battle, while others were left behind.
Even though the source of the fog wall was unknown, Horn was still grateful that most people on the other side had indeed retreated.
