Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 94 The fight between trapped beasts
Woo~ woo~ woo~ woo~
As several bugle calls sounded, the two regiments that had been engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Freedom Resistance Army slowly separated, and the two sides once again faced each other with their weapons raised.

At this point, only about 150 soldiers of the Freedom Resistance Army remained. Their bodies were stained red with blood. Kubasi, carrying a sword and shield, was panting heavily. The wound on his chest made every breath he took a burning pain.

At the height of the battle, Kubasi was at the forefront, facing attacks from six captain-level soldiers simultaneously. He felt nothing while fighting, but now that the battle had stopped, the intense pain in his body made Kubasi clearly aware that he had at least a dozen more wounds.

Seeing the Imperial troops now dozens of meters away from him again, he was somewhat puzzled, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He sat down on the ground, held his knight's shield in front of him, and began to recover his fighting spirit.

Seeing Kubasi sit down, the surrounding soldiers followed suit, completely ignoring the Imperial army that was eyeing them menacingly from dozens of meters away. For the rebel soldiers, they were only holding on by the power of their awakened bloodlines. After a while, some of them would die from blood loss without the Imperial soldiers even needing to attack them.

“Vestakya, do a good job, and I will report your achievements to my father.”

Upon hearing Ampar's words, Vistakya nodded obediently. As someone who had risen from the ranks of a lowly soldier, Vistakya's years of military service had made him deeply aware that no matter how dazzling one's personal achievements were, they could not compare to a few words from a powerful figure.

"Lord Ampar, rest assured, this remnant army is already at its last gasp. I have observed that many of their soldiers are currently in a state of blood rage."

If we can stall for time, most of them will lose their fighting ability, and then it will be much easier for us to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Listening to Vestakia's very professional military analysis, Ampar nodded in satisfaction. This person was indeed good; he knew his own identity and status, and was very respectful to him.

"Alright, Commander Vestakia, we'll do as you say. After this battle, I will definitely report your achievements to the military."

On the other side, Kubasi, who had caught his breath for a few minutes, slowly opened his eyes. He was too tired; the dual exhaustion of body and mind made him want to lie down on the ground and sleep immediately.

Turning to look at his men surrounding him, Kubasi felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly. The pain made it hard for him to breathe. Although he was prepared, tears still welled up in his eyes when he actually placed his hand on the shoulder of his personal guard captain.

Cabinzan! This captain of his personal guard, who had accompanied him through countless battles, was now on his way to Valhalla. He had quietly stood by his side until the very last moment, leaving without making a sound.

"Carbinzan, my brother, the glory of Tyr will shine upon you forever."

After laying Cabinzan flat on his stiff body and giving a knightly salute, he dragged his weary body to check on his remaining men. As the effects of the Bloodlust gradually dissipated, more than twenty of the remaining 150 soldiers quietly died.

At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into Kubasi's mind.

'I can't be so selfish. I have to keep them alive. We have to escape.'

This belief gave Kubasi renewed strength, and he instantly had an idea when he saw the cavalry blocking his rear.

"Brothers, stand up! This will be our last battle. We will die on the road to charging the enemy."

At Kubasi's command, the soldiers who had been sitting on the ground stood up with each other's help, picked up their weapons again, and awaited the order to attack.

Kubasi looked around and saw that there were still about a hundred soldiers who could still stand up and hold their weapons. He then turned to his personal guard standing beside him and whispered:

"Pass this order on to all the brothers who can still move. I have a few explosive alchemical bombs here. We will launch a feint attack later. The moment we engage the cavalry in front, I will throw out the alchemical bombs. This will definitely cause them confusion. Then we will counterattack the cavalry on the rear, seize the horses, and escape. Don't worry about the others. Leave as fast as you can."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Lord Kubasi, let me bring down the alchemical bomb. I will buy you time to escape."

However, Kubasi, whose mind was made up, did not accept his guards' advice and looked at the imperial army ahead, saying:
"Execute it. If I don't lead the charge, the enemy will realize it. Only if I'm at the forefront will you have a chance."

Seeing that Kubasi had made up his mind, the guards stopped trying to dissuade him and stood up to walk towards the soldiers behind him.

A few minutes later, seeing his guards return and nod at him, Kubasi took a deep breath, took out a bottle of orange-yellow Lion Potion from his magic pouch, tilted his head back and drank it down. As the potion flowed into his stomach and began to take effect, Kubasi's eyes hardened once again.

He took the knight's shield off his left arm and threw it on the ground. He then vigorously shook the longsword he had pulled from the ground with his left hand, looked up at the sky, and thought that this might be the last time he would see the sky of this world.

"Brothers, prepare! Attack!!!"

Having anticipated this, Vistakya rode his horse to the center of the formation, followed by Ampar, who had been watching from the sidelines. "Vistakya! Are they planning to launch an attack?"

"Yes, sir. As a soldier who has fought for many years, Commander Kubasi should have seen through our plan to wear them down. So he must want to launch an attack while his troops still have the ability to attack. Dying on the road to attack is what every soldier longs for."

Ampar frowned as he listened to Vestakya's evaluation of Kubasi. The admiration in Vestakya's words made Ampar feel very uncomfortable, but he still had to rely on this guy's command, so Ampar had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction.

Wistagia glanced sideways and saw the change in Ampar's expression. He realized that his careless words had made the sensitive and hypocritical young master uncomfortable again, and he quickly tried to change the subject to make amends.

"However, my lord, you can rest assured. Since they are now rebels, they are enemies of the empire. Anyone who threatens the security of the empire will be eliminated. Leaving none alive is their fate."

"My lord, you might as well go to the rear and wait. Waiting here will put us very close to the rebels' attack. You can watch from the safe rear as your subordinates wipe out these rebels."

Looking at the humble and modest Vestakia again, Ampar chuckled. This guy really looked down on me deep down. What did he mean by watching from a safe place in the back? He meant that I, a descendant of the Ampei family, was a coward who was afraid of death.

In response to Vestakia's respectful advice, Ampar gave a light snort.

"You need not worry about that, Commander Vestakya. As an inspector of the Imperial Army, it is only natural that I must face the rebels alongside the soldiers so that I can better record the details of this battle."

Seeing that the other party had clearly misunderstood his words, Vestakia felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but at this moment, Kubasi had already led the remaining soldiers up, and there was no chance to explain again.

Vistakya had no choice but to focus his mind, since the other side was prepared to fight to the death. If he suffered too many casualties in this final wave, he would not only fail to receive a reward after the battle, but might even be held accountable.

"Listen to my orders: defend in sections, launch flanking attacks, and do not give the enemy a chance to trade lives with us. This battle has reached its final moment. As long as you survive, there will be plenty of military merits and rewards waiting for you."

With Vistakia's orders given, the soldiers of the Sixth Heavy Armor Warriors Regiment, under the command of their squad leaders, prepared for defense, while the Eighth Knights Regiment, having suffered heavy losses in the previous head-on clash, lagged behind, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

As Kubasi, leading the remaining soldiers, pressed forward, a surge of joy rose in his heart upon seeing the formation deployed by Vestakia. The enemy likely did not want to suffer further casualties, so they chose a safe defensive formation, intending to wear down the remaining troops. However, this conservative tactical mindset greatly increased the success rate of his breakout plan.

"Brothers, get ready!!!!!!!!!"

At this point, the two sides were less than ten meters apart. The soldiers in the front row could even clearly see each other's expressions. Both sides were panting heavily, gripping their weapons tightly.

Just as the two sides were only five meters apart, Kubasi suddenly reached behind his back with his right hand, took out a metal ball the size of a cantaloupe from the magic pouch at his lower back, and slammed it hard against his leg armor. The metal ball, which was flashing red light, was thrown into the formation of the Imperial soldiers.

Standing in the middle of the formation, Vistakya saw Kubasi's actions and quickly shouted:

"Stop him! Stop him!"

However, it was clearly too late. The soldiers on both sides had already clashed, and Kubasi, who was being protected by his personal guards, took the opportunity to quickly throw out five or six more alchemical bombs.

A few seconds later, several explosions echoed through the valley. Due to the relatively enclosed environment, the airflow from the explosions brought up billowing smoke and dust. The Sixth Heavy Armor Warrior Regiment, which had been in tight formation, was thrown off balance by the aftershocks of the Refining Bombs and staggered about.

"Ptooey~ Ptooey~"

Ampar spat out a mouthful of sand and climbed up from Vistakya's protection.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Ampar wiped his mouth and stood up with the help of Vestakia, his expression turning cold as he looked toward the rebels.

As the smoke cleared, the two cavalry squadrons that had been blocking the road behind were now in disarray, with a huge gap torn in their defensive line. Only a dozen or so severely wounded Free Resistance soldiers were left to launch a desperate attack.

"Damn it, did they get away?"

(End of this chapter)