I'm not a lord

Chapter 325 I'm here to save the North!

Upon hearing someone claim to be Reiner and rallying Southern Army soldiers for a desperate resistance, Vasa could no longer contain his murderous intent. He raised his gun and shouted, "Follow me! Kill Reiner!"

Under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult for Vasa to lead a hundred or so cavalrymen deep into the enemy camp.

Even if the Southern Army's camp was simple, it was still equipped with watchtowers, wooden fences and other defensive fortifications. Moreover, there were nearly four thousand soldiers and a large number of military tents in the Northern Camp, so it was impossible for them to allow the Mirror Iron Territory's cavalry to run rampant.

A thousand cavalrymen rushing into the camp of four thousand soldiers from the southern border would be no different from courting death.

Once the southern soldiers, under the command of their officers, weathered the initial chaos, they could easily drive these cavalrymen out of the camp.

As for Vasa's remaining two thousand infantrymen, they would be outflanked by the three thousand soldiers of the Southern Army's Central Camp, and naturally, they would not be able to play a significant role.

But the current situation is far from normal.

Vasa's rumor tactics caused panic among the soldiers in the South, and the inability of lower-ranking officers to find their superiors exacerbated this panic.

It wasn't until Reiner himself arrived that the soldiers' panicked retreat was somewhat contained.

Vasa did not know Reiner, but he hated the old general in front of him who called himself Reiner to the core.

If it weren't for his obstruction, Vasa would have undoubtedly won a great victory today.

Facing a large number of enemy cavalry, Leiner showed no fear. He raised his longsword and shouted, "Hold your ground and defend the camp!"

The main reason is that Leiner has gathered several hundred soldiers around him. Although there are not many cavalrymen, they are not afraid of cavalrymen in the complex terrain of the military camp.

Neither side was willing to retreat even a step, like two torrents colliding passionately within the chaotic and dark camp.

Less than five minutes into the battle in the northern camp, reinforcements from both sides joined the fray.

The shouts of soldiers, the neighing of warhorses, and the metallic clang of swords clashing against armor mingled together, creating a symphony from hell that could be heard for kilometers.

Meanwhile, Lynn was on his way on horseback.

Before setting out from Winde, on the north bank of the Jinghe River, he divided the 7,000 soldiers who would participate in the battle into two groups.

Lynn personally led 3,000 cavalrymen to land by boat on the south bank of the Jing River, defeated a small number of enemy troops stationed there, and then traveled by land overnight to reach the city of Solu.

The remaining four thousand infantrymen, under the command of Lao Sanyang, continued to travel by boat eastward along the river, heading straight for the city of Suolu.

Advancing by both land and water can save on shipping capacity and avoid the risk of total annihilation.

After all, these 7,000 troops were pieced together from various sources, including civilian militia, surrendered royal nobles, surrendered court cavalry, and a small number of conscripted serfs. Lynn's own family alone had 3,000 troops.

This kind of army is passable when things are going well, but it probably wouldn't last two hours in a real battle.

Therefore, Lynn had dispatched a large number of light cavalry early on. He needed to confirm that Vasa and Leiner had begun a formal battle, and ideally, that the two sides were in the midst of a fierce fight, before he would personally join the fray.

He never engages in unprofitable deals, and since the battle is taking place on his ally's territory, he can decide when to leave the battlefield.

"My lord, fierce fighting is taking place in the military camp south of Perch City!"

When they were still six or seven kilometers away from Bass City, the scout cavalry brought back the military intelligence that Lynn wanted.

"Are you sure? It's not even dawn yet, how come they've already started fighting?"

Lynn's first reaction was suspicion; this was somewhat illogical.

Even if both sides are desperate, they wouldn't go so far as to start a film in the middle of the night, would they?

Moreover, Count Vasa of Mirror Iron was outnumbered. Instead of defending the well-holding city of Perch, he launched a preemptive attack on the Southern Army's camp near dawn.

This decision looks like it was made after someone's brain was kicked by a donkey.

Aside from a moment of madness, the only reasonable explanation is that Earl Mirror Iron discovered a weakness in the Southern Army and took the risk of launching a night raid.

The light cavalry squad leader stood tall and patted his helmet, saying, "Sir, I swear on my life that the two sides are indeed engaged in fierce fighting, and the number of troops involved is very large, no less than seven thousand. I can hear their fighting from three kilometers away."

When it comes to reconnaissance, these light cavalrymen are definitely professionals.

During the previous Battle of the Sami River, these scout cavalry accurately observed the distribution of enemy troops in various units. After the battle, several squad leaders were awarded the Bronze Bear Medal by Lynn himself.

Hugh, the second brother, was right next to Lynn. He frowned slightly and analyzed, "It sounds like Vasa launched a night attack on the enemy, but the enemy was prepared, so the night attack turned into a full-scale assault."

“That should be it.” Lynn nodded slightly, then instructed, “Order all soldiers to rest for fifteen minutes, then rush to the city of Pikes as quickly as possible. Send a messenger to contact Yang and tell him not to slow down, but to also rush to the city of Pikes at full speed. After that, act according to the situation.”

Lynn maintained full trust in his brothers.

The third brother was the only one among the brothers with the potential to be a great general. Even without Lynn's explicit instructions, he would act according to circumstances once he arrived in Perch City.

If the city of Pikeperch remains under the control of Earl of Mirror Iron, then the third son will land at the dock and take control of the city's defenses, before inspecting the situation outside the city to decide whether to send troops out to provide support.

If Solu City had already fallen into enemy hands, the third brother would definitely turn around and leave.

After issuing the two orders in quick succession, Lynn gave another command: "The light cavalry will continue to scout the battlefield situation and report any changes immediately!"

The three thousand cavalrymen rested for a quarter of an hour along the river road, ate some dry rations with cold water from their leather bags, and then mounted their horses to continue marching eastward.

Apart from essential weapons and armor and a small amount of supplies, these cavalrymen carried no baggage, maximizing their mobility.

Lynn was also very anxious, fearing that he would let the tens of thousands of invading troops from the southern border return to their fold.

Once they retreat to the Crown Territory, they will inevitably return sooner or later.

In the end, won't Lynn and Vasa bear the brunt of everything?
If we can eliminate them as much as possible while they are relatively weak, we can save countless soldiers' lives and military expenditures in the future.

Moreover, Lynn was also craving the spoils looted by the invading army from the south.

Who would complain about having too much money?

After riding his horse for three or four kilometers, Lynn could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the southeast.

As the eastern horizon gradually sheds its misty darkness, the first rays of dawn sweep across the treetops on the south bank of the Jinghe River.

The sounds of fighting that reached Lynn's ears became increasingly clear.

He calculated the time and thought to himself:

The two armies have been fighting for almost an hour. If it were just a small-scale night raid, they certainly wouldn't have lasted this long. Both sides are truly going all out and fighting to the death.
With that thought in mind, Lynn spurred his horse and shouted, "Guys, faster! We're on our way to save the North!"

This was the most morale-boosting slogan he could think of. Besides saving the world, saving the nation was the most likely way to inspire a group of men's fighting spirit.

King Maurice has fled to the South, the head of Lord Lothair of the Marsh hangs high in Amber Harbor, Lord Herman of the Vale has perished in a fire, and Lord Samuel of the Meadows is a skeleton in a grave.

Looking across the entire North, who is more deserving of this slogan than Lynn?
Besides him, who else could save the North?

The three thousand cavalrymen behind Lynn all agreed.

"Save the North! Save the North! Save the North!"

They were completely ignited by Lynn's slogan and shouted it in unison.

From this moment on, no matter what they did before, no matter what their identities were before, they now share the same goal: to completely drive out the damned Southerners and then save their North!
In their eyes, Lynn, who was walking at the front of the group, was bathed in the morning sun, like a flag and the sun that guided them forward.

Three thousand cavalrymen galloped along the riverbank like a thunderclap, heading to the battlefield as the newborn northern sun rose!
Along with the cavalry, a dense array of colorful boats also advanced eastward on the Jing River.

The soldiers on the ship, hearing the slogans coming from the shore, followed suit.

In an instant, the same cry resounded from the surging rivers to the boundless land.

At the same time, Count Vasa of Mirror Iron was caught in a fierce battle.

He personally led his elite cavalry in several attacks against the enemy, but was unable to break through the seemingly crumbling defenses of the Southern Army.

That damned old general who called himself Leiner kept brandishing his sword behind the defensive line to boost morale. More and more soldiers gathered around him, and he even had the strength to launch several counter-attacks, almost driving Vasa out of the camp.

Vasa's other two infantry units also encountered fierce resistance, and were locked in a stalemate with a large number of Southern troops on the outskirts of the Northern Camp.

Moreover, more and more soldiers from the Southern Territory joined the battle, and the width of the battlefield they could control was gradually exceeding that of Vasa's forces.

Damian, reeking of blood, rushed to Vasa's side and said urgently in a low voice, "Brother, shouldn't we retreat? The enemy's flanks are almost closing in! If we don't retreat, we'll be trapped in this enemy camp!"

Vasa wanted nothing more than to draw his sword and stab his brother to death, but at this moment he could only suppress his anger and reply, "Retreat? Where can we retreat to now? A hasty retreat will only give the enemy an opportunity to pursue and ambush us, and then even the city of Slug will be difficult to defend!"

This night raid has now become a strategic decisive battle.

The side that takes the initiative to retreat in a decisive battle often faces a crushing defeat.

Anyone who isn't an idiot wouldn't suggest retreating in a situation like this.

It can only be said that Damian's ability to read the battlefield is indeed zero; he can only do the dirty and tiring work of fighting on the front lines.

Vasa glared fiercely at his brother before raising his head and shouting, "Forget your fear, don't back down! Our reinforcements are coming soon! Earl Lynn of the White River is on his way and will arrive in half an hour!"

This can be said to one's own people, or it can be used to intimidate the enemy.

After fighting for an hour or so, Vasa's soldiers began to show signs of exhaustion.

They had gotten up early in the middle of the night and had only eaten some simple rations before setting off. The only reason they had been able to fight until now was because of their hatred and fighting spirit.

Reiner, of course, didn't believe a single word of this. He scoffed and shouted back, "It's all lies! If you don't want to be buried in the North, follow me and kill Vasa, and I'll make you all nobles!"

In fact, the situation of the soldiers in the South was even worse than that of the soldiers in the North. They were awakened from their sleep and had not even been able to drink a drop of water before the battle began.

The reason they've been able to hold out until now is purely due to the influence of Commander Reiner leading by example, plus the fact that there are indeed many soldiers in the Southern Territory, so if one dies, someone can immediately take their place.

But gradually, some mid- to low-ranking officers and some soldiers noticed the anomaly.

The soldiers in the North and Central Camps are fighting hard, but what about the three thousand soldiers in the South Camp?
Why can't I see any of them?
Where have those noble officers who used to be with Earl Reiner gone?

However, as their side gradually gained the upper hand, the soldiers who noticed the clues did not choose to make a fuss.

As long as they can win the battle, then any decision made by Earl Leiner is correct.

Perhaps the soldiers of the Southern Camp have already secretly detoured to attack the city of Pike-Perch?
Moreover, rashly spreading such bad news would only lower the morale of our own side.

If the entire army is defeated, then just as Count Reiner said, everyone will perish in this unfamiliar country.

Driven by the will to survive and the desire for noble titles, the soldiers of the Southern Border charged forward with all their might, eager to rush into that damned Pike Place City.

Seeing the increasingly fierce offensives launched by the Southern Invading Army, and witnessing the shrinking of his own lines, Vasa grew increasingly anxious and uneasy.

He had not received any definite news that Lynn was about to arrive.

He had never met Lynn before and didn't know what the young count looked like.

But he was convinced that the cunning kid would not miss the perfect opportunity at hand.

If Lynn were to let such a war opportunity slip away, he would not be qualified to compete for the throne of King in the North!

The next second, Vasa's keen ears picked up a series of rapid vibrations.

That was the familiar sound of galloping cavalry.

Could it be reinforcements?
Could it be reinforcements?
Just then, a messenger rode swiftly across the chaotic battlefield to Vasa's side: "My lord, reinforcements! Reinforcements!"

Vasa turned his head to look west, and when he saw the dust rising in the morning sun, he almost jumped off his horse. In a voice trembling with emotion, he shouted, "Reinforcements are here! Reinforcements are here! The cavalry of Baihe Territory are here!"

These words greatly boosted the morale of his troops.

Meanwhile, within the Southern Army's ranks, an uncontrollable disturbance began to emerge, spreading like a rampant infectious disease throughout the entire formation.

All the soldiers in the Southern Territory were aware of the terrifying nature of the phrase "White River Cavalry".

A ray of the newborn sun shone directly on Count Reiner, but he only felt an unprecedented chill.

But he still stubbornly shouted, "Don't panic, it's just enemy rumors!"

But his denial was quickly refuted by a scout cavalryman from the southern border who rushed into the fray at that moment: "A large number of cavalry have appeared to the west!"

In an instant, the entire Southern Invading Army's ranks erupted in commotion, and many soldiers began to instinctively retreat.

Those soldiers who discovered the anomaly in the southern camp ran particularly fast. They even took off their helmets and threw away their weapons, just so they could escape faster than their allies.

In this situation, whoever runs the fastest has a chance to escape, while those who run the slowest are forced to stay behind.

(End of this chapter)