By around five o'clock in the afternoon, both sides had ceased fighting.
Anning always felt that fighting this way was a bit like going to work: you show up, cannons start firing at each other, and once it's done, you clock off and return to camp.
This was a completely new experience for Anning; before, he'd just go into battle, crush the enemy, and then seize prisoners far and wide.
"How many more days will we need to fight like this?" Anning asked Bertier.
Bertier looked up at the coalition's camp on the opposite bank of the river and replied, "Judging by the enemy's troop losses today, if they don't get reinforcements, they should retreat in about three days."
Anning: "Three days, huh... Is there no way to just crush the enemy completely?"
Bertier: "What, you're considering a night attack again?"
In fact, Anning hadn't thought about a night raid, but once Bertier mentioned it, the idea came to him, right, a night raid is also an option...
