King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Chapter 222, Just a Warm-up (Thanks for the monthly votes to prevent a bad ending!)

"Um."

Wayne knew, of course, that not covering the soldiers with armor would increase the likelihood of casualties.

But the enemy must not know about the mass production of ballistae—only in this way can we deliver a heavy blow when their main force arrives!

If they have witnessed the power of the ballistae and the effectiveness of the armored crossbows, they will be better prepared for their next visit.

By then, this hand won't be worth as much.

Wayne handed Raymond the Sky Pivot Dual-Phase Armor in its ballista form, allowing him to operate it—while the other wall archers all used powerful bows.

That ballista was known to both sides; the barbarians already knew he had it. Since he wasn't allowing his soldiers to wear armor, he, his second-tier subordinates, or the wolf clan would definitely have to go into battle.

After all, he couldn't allow Rachel's already small number of cavalry to suffer losses.

Therefore, he couldn't hide this crossbow, so he simply showed it off. It would be a good thing if the boar tribe was scared away by this weapon.

While he was thinking, Wayne had already walked to the center of the parade ground, and Rachel had already arranged the cavalry.

Eighty horses, eighty men, their armor gleaming coldly in the twilight.

"Viscount Wayne".

Rachel rode up on her horse: "How do we fight?"

"I won't be sending the wolf clan; I'll be taking my second-tier subordinates."

Wayne mounted his horse: "You lead the cavalry to meet the enemy head-on, and I'll lead the men to charge in from the flank."

He had a plan—he would just have Kasha, Anne, Ronald, Wright, and Caleb follow him into battle.

Rachel nodded and turned her horse back to the front of the column.

Sean and his archers were already in position on the city wall.

The bow was drawn taut, the arrows nocked, and the aim was placed on the approaching dark figure to the north.

Wayne, along with his subordinates at the peak of the second and first tiers, had already circled around from the south gate to the side of the outpost.

"Once the cavalry charges forward, we'll flank them from the side."

He said quickly, "The target is the boar tribe, not the lynx."

The boar tribe was the backbone; once they were cut down, the lynxes ran away on their own.

Everyone nodded.

The dark shadow from the north was getting closer and closer.

The lynx scouts had already run to within two hundred paces of the watchtower, crouching low and staring intently at the defenders on the city wall.

"Release the arrows!"

Sean's voice came from the city wall.

The arrows whistled through the air, and the lynx scouts hurriedly dodged. Two or three were hit and fell, but most continued to charge forward.

"Cavalry charge!"

Rachel took the lead, and eighty cavalrymen surged out from the side of the watchtower like a blue iron torrent, charging towards the barbarian army.

The lynx warriors were startled and quickly scattered to both sides.

But the boar tribe did not retreat; they raised their wooden shields, lined up in a row, and prepared to meet the cavalry charge head-on.

Wayne turned his horse and led his men around from the side.

Rachel's cavalry charged to the front of the boar tribe's lines, but instead of charging head-on, they parted to the sides at the last moment—arrows flew down from the city walls, striking the boar tribe's shields and armor with a clanging sound.

The boar warriors raised their shields to block the arrows, revealing gaps in their formation.

Right now.

Wayne spurred his horse forward, longsword in hand, and charged straight at the nearest boar warrior.

The man was holding up his shield to block the arrows and didn't notice the threat from his side.

Wayne's horse charged forward, and he swung his sword down—slicing directly at the arm protruding from the edge of the boar warrior's shield.

As the sword sliced ​​through the air, the boar warrior screamed in agony as blood gushed from his arm.

As soon as the shield hit the ground, several arrows flew from the city wall and struck him in the chest.

Without stopping, Wayne turned his horse towards the next target.

Anne followed behind him, her silvery breath swirling around her.

She hurled her knife even faster into the neck of a boar warrior. The man's eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and he collapsed.

Ronald's playing style is more aggressive.

He charged into the boar tribe's ranks, slashing one down with his sword, then smashing another in the face with his shield.

The boar warrior's nose broke off, and he staggered backward, only to be finished off by Wright from the side.

Caleb and Crimson Flame followed Annie and Snowwind, their fiery red breaths faintly visible on their bodies.

They coordinated with the rhythm of the man and wolf in front, cutting down two boar tribesmen one after the other.

Rachel's cavalry charged back and forth in the front.

They don't go deep; each time they charge in, they cut down a wave and then leave the formation. The boar tribe can't catch up and can only passively take hits.

The lynx warriors tried to flank them from the side, but Sean's arrows were fixed on them from the city wall, ready to shoot anyone who peeked out.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, but Wayne's side was getting better and better at fighting. In fact, the strength of these soldiers was just a warm-up for Wayne and his group of second-tier and first-tier peak combatants.

Not to mention there was no difference in numbers, and there was also the coordinated operation of ballistae and powerful bows.

The wild boar tribe is tough and thick-skinned, but it can't withstand being ganged up on, or being attacked by second-tier combatants—or even in coordinated combat.

A boar warrior was slashed in the arm by Wayne, stabbed in the ribs by Annie, and finally cut down by Ronald's sword.

The other tried to run, but Wright caught up with him and stabbed him through the lower back with a sword.

Wayne was caught up in the killing frenzy, and his longsword was like a falcon in his hand.

His swordsmanship was not flashy, but every strike was precise, cutting into the arms, stabbing the neck, and stabbing the ribs—all the weaknesses of the wild boar tribe.

A boar warrior charged at him with a spiked club, but Wayne dodged to the side and slashed at his wrist with his sword.

The man screamed in agony, his spiked club slipped from his grasp, and Wayne seized the opportunity to plunge his sword into his throat.

Blood gushed out, splattering on his face. Warm and sweet-smelling.

He didn't wipe it, but turned around to look for the next target.

The number of wild boars on the battlefield is decreasing.

More than twenty of them were cut down, and the rest began to retreat.

The lynx warriors were even worse off; they were not good at head-on combat to begin with, and seeing that the boar tribe couldn't hold out, they turned and ran.

"Chase!"

Rachel shouted, and the cavalry charged forward, chasing down the fleeing barbarian soldiers.

Wayne reined in his horse and did not pursue them.

He glanced at the dozens of barbarian soldiers' corpses lying on the battlefield.

No one on their team was injured.

Sean, standing on the city wall, put away his bow and gave Wayne a thumbs-up.

Wayne nodded and dismounted.

Kellerb walked over, his face beaming with excitement.

His fiery red breath was more intense than usual, as if flames were burning inside him.

"My lord, I—"

He looked down at his hands: "I feel like I'm about to break through."

Wayne's eyes lit up: "Oh? How does it feel?"

Kellerb thought for a moment and said, "My blood feels like it's boiling, it's very hot and bloated."

Especially during battle, it feels like something is about to burst out.

A thought struck Wayne—this was the state of his bloodline ability affected by combat and training, so—

Instead of waiting idly for Kellerb to find a breakthrough opportunity in the next real battle, he prepared to give him special training that very night while Kellerb was on night watch.