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Chapter 191 Victory! A resounding victory!

The infantry of the Third Battalion was a fresh force.

They re-established a second line of defense about forty meters away from the first line of defense.

After the first front collapsed, the soldiers ran back desperately.

This made building a defensive line extremely difficult.

Because it was not enemy troops attacking the defensive line, but friendly troops.

The soldiers of the Third Battalion could only desperately try to stand firm against the tide.

Nathan told them to stay at their posts and not waver.

At this moment, Green and Aaron also led the officers back in a disheveled state.

The second line of defense immediately came into play, effectively intercepting the conquering knights and conscripted soldiers.

Whoosh!
A magic steel arrow pierced the air with a mournful sound.

It shot straight ahead—above it were a hail of arrows, below it was a chaotic battlefield, it weaved through the middle, and finally shot down a knight who was charging at the very front.

Roman told the archers not to stop, to shoot as many as they could.

Now the time for the decisive battle has come.

However, the archer lacked the necessary skills.

Especially when they heard the deafening shouts of battle from the front, they panicked, became disoriented, and their hands trembled.

His accuracy had completely vanished since training, because he couldn't accurately estimate the distance. Most of his arrows missed their mark.

Either the shot went too far, or it went too far off course, hitting the steep sides.

The battle is raging at the front, and the battle is raging at the rear.

They were only two or three hundred meters apart.

They could hear the sounds coming from the front.

They could hear the noise from behind as well.

The valley has a very good sound transmission effect; the sound waves will be reflected back.

Roman's army was caught in a pincer movement, on the verge of collapse, in dire straits, and seemed poised to be overrun at any moment.

……

The beast warriors fought bravely in the rear.

They charged with logs, first destroying the heavily armored array.

They rushed in, expecting to wreak havoc and break through the formation in one fell swoop.

Because they are adept at attacking, seizing the enemy's weaknesses, and then tearing the enemy apart like wild beasts.

But the facts proved them wrong.

All the heavily armed soldiers were incredibly brave; no one retreated. The soldiers who had been knocked down by the logs earlier got up and began fighting with the Carter family warriors.

They were Roman's most elite troops, composed of the most physically fit soldiers.

The Beast Warrior's physical attributes are comparable to those of a half-battle knight.

But the difference between the two is really not that big.

Roman's array is arranged as follows:
The front line was spearheaded by four infantry battalions, followed by scouts with swords, longbowmen, supply wagoners, and laborers, as well as a large number of wounded soldiers, with heavy troops covering the rear.

If the rear is lost, the enemy can advance unimpeded, threatening the longbowmen and then stabbing the front lines in the back.

Even the strongest army cannot withstand a pincer attack from both inside and outside.

The heavy infantry units are well aware of their importance.

Four hundred people formed a four-layered, hundred-meter-high shield wall. The first three layers of the shield wall were breached by the warriors of the Beast Clan, and the impact disappeared. They finally stopped at the fourth layer of the shield wall.

In a rather chaotic scene.

Instead of forming walls, the heavy infantrymen created defensive circles and engaged the beast warriors in fierce combat.

Each defensive perimeter has anywhere from three to five people to more than ten.

Wearing a steel mask, Jet no longer bothered to conceal his identity and unleashed his Holy Light Sword Technique, beginning a killing spree!
His movements were swift and fluid, his rapier as fast as lightning, killing one after another the beast warriors who charged into the formation.

In the blink of an eye, three or four people were injured or killed.

……

They clearly had the upper hand!
They really have a huge advantage!
They were attacked from both sides, and their numbers far outnumbered the enemy!

Anyone would see that they have the upper hand!
But when did the tide of battle turn?

More and more of my comrades are dying or being wounded.

The arrows raining down from the sky never stopped.

Despite the growing louder shouts of battle from the rear, the beast warriors never actually threatened Roman's rear.

The elite cavalry, unable to break through the enemy lines, were instead blocked and forced into a fierce battle, unable to advance or retreat.

For a surprise attack, the Knights of Conquest are limited to a single strike.

When they were exposed to Roman's sight, nearly twenty knights were killed or wounded within two minutes—some were even killed in a single shot because they were positioned too close together.

Count Condé stared at the battlefield before him, his face pale.

He was unaware of the specific situation at the front.

But he knew... they were still putting up a last-ditch resistance...

It can't be penetrated! Why can't it be penetrated?!

They've committed all their troops!
"Sir Foucault, Sir Steve, Sir Simon... let's launch another attack! If we win, everything will be alright!"

Verichka looked embarrassed.

Steve was as somber as water.

The well in the western Mongolia was calm and still.

Sir Simon spoke first. "Forgive me, Your Excellency, my army has suffered heavy casualties and cannot launch an attack."

"You're going to back out?!" Count Kant glared at Simon with bloodshot eyes.

"As you can see!"

"You have betrayed the alliance!"

Sir Simon shook his head. "I don't recall having any agreement with you, Earl. Please excuse me."

He bowed and left.

Count Conde trembled all over, gripping the longsword at his waist tightly. His once well-preserved face now showed signs of aging.

"Sir Foucault, Sir Steve, Sir Frant... and what about you?"

“Once! I’ll only initiate it once!” Vericchka said.

“The last time!” Steve sighed as well.

The pride and honor of the nobility prevented them from leaving, as that would be tantamount to betraying their allies.

"Very well! The Kant family will not forget your sacrifices!" He was still putting up a stubborn resistance...

The armies of the Vericchka family and the Geirand army were regrouped and began marching towards the battlefield.

But before they reached the halfway point, they were not met with a hail of arrows.

It was not the rout of the fleeing army, but the pursuit of the enemy further behind.

Verichka's eyes widened immediately.

"Run!" he shouted instinctively, his mind still foggy.

I do have some basic military knowledge.

Valleys, routed troops, pursued by the enemy.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The enemy troops will roll up the beaded curtain, and these people will be submerged in the fleeing army, either trampled to death or become part of the fleeing army, losing all fighting ability.

Guerand was also terrified and ran away with his men without hesitation.

"Put down your weapons! Kneel down and surrender! Those who do not surrender will die!!" Nathan's heavy armor clanged as he charged ahead, relentlessly pursuing the enemy, his voice like thunder.

Count Condé watched the chaotic scene from afar.

This was the second time he had heard that voice.

Months ago, it was that loud shout that made him realize the situation and brought him back to his senses.

Now, he has regained his senses and come to terms with reality.

The bloody reality, the cruel reality.

He simply couldn't understand why they had been defeated.

Why is the enemy's organization, military equipment, and morale so much stronger than their noble coalition?

"Let's go," Count Condé said dejectedly to his guards.

They rode away from the battlefield.

Halfway there, Count Conde suddenly burst into tears.

"The Kant family's century-old foundation, a century of accumulation. Now, it's all gone... all gone..."

He felt unprecedented confusion and innocence.

If he attacked Sig Town and was retaliated against by Roman, ending up in this predicament, it is his own fault.

But it was Roman who attacked his territory, plundered his people, and brought him to such a terrible state.

Gods above...

Is there any place left in this land where reason prevails?
……

Roman deployed all his forces and was attacked from both sides in the battle of the ravine.

With two thousand soldiers, they annihilated the enemy's seven thousand soldiers.

They killed more than 1,600 enemies.

They captured more than two thousand remaining soldiers and generals.

They lost over 500 men and injured over 400 others.

This battle!

Victory! A resounding victory!

(End of this chapter)