Chapter 24

Chapter 24 Its nearly over. Harman Teslon smiled as the battlefield unfolded just as expected. The overwhelming difference in troop numbers, combined with the strategies that had been meticulously prepared, everything aligned perfectly. Among them, the highlight was undoubtedly the presence of the high-ranking knight, Raul, who successfully blocked Patrick McLean. I did well not to announce it. Whether a high-ranking knight exists or how many are there. That was the greatest standard that divided an order of medium-ranking knights from high-ranking knights. In the current era, the military power of the nobility was measured by the number of knights and their ranks. The presence of a high-ranking knight was directly linked to the prestige of a noble, and while ordinary lords boasted instead of hiding, they usually did not bother to conceal their presence. But its better to hide them for times like this. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the knights pushing Patrick McLean back. Then he saw the infantrys encirclement taking shape and the cavalry seizing the enemys rear, and he clenched his fist tightly. Moreover, the enemy infantry was completely trapped by the interference of the allied archers. Its finished! Harman Teslon was certain of the wars victory. Now, just need to smash Patrick and conquer the McLean Castle. After that, hah, nothing else is needed. As he indulged in this comfortable and blissful imagination for a moment, an unusual noise came from the rear. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Cavalry has appeared in the rear! About three hundred horsemen! Cavalry? Did the McLean household have more elites? It was natural for the earl to think that way. In the current era, cavalrymen, who usually underwent knight training, were a high-end military unit. In fact, aside from the order of knights or even rarer mages, they were the elite of the elite. But Theyre not wearing full plate armor. They dont have lances either! Wearing leather armor, the only weapon they have is a small crossbow, and theyre loaded with wooden boxes. They dont seem like regular McLean troops. Crossbows? Is that the weapon used by hunters? With that remark, the earl scoffed, shedding any tension. Order a portion of the rear troops and archers to shoot them down. If theyre not elite troops, theyre just rabble. The earl gave a logical instruction, and his deputy accepted it as a matter of course. But shortly after, the earl witnessed a scene that shattered his common sense. Ratatat! Aaargh! With spread screams, dozens, no, close to hundreds of soldiers were dropping like flies. What on earth is that? Dammit! Stop them! Stop those damn bastards right now! The war he thought was already decided started to flow in an unexpected direction. * * * The mercenaries dashed out swiftly. Nothing stood in their way. They spotted something being prepared by the enemies, but by now, the distance had already closed significantly. Ill kill you all, damn rats. The distance between the enemys rear and the mercenaries was about 400 meters. With a war bow, which was a standard among archers, even with the best firing angle, that distance was beyond the range of a parabolic shot. However, there was no hesitation in Logans command. Fire! Chachachak. Every mercenary moved in unison, aiming at the enemy. Fire! Logans crossbow fired first. The bolt, gleaming with a faint golden hue, penetrated the head of the rearmost soldier. Hundreds of bolts poured out like a storm after, turning Teslon soldiers into a beehive. Aaargh! What thewhat is this? Whats flying at us?! From that distance? Something unexpected that flew in, piercing the bodies of their comrades mercilessly. The few soldiers who survived turned pale. It must be magic! The scream of someone confused by the unidentified attack caused even more chaos in the Teslon camp. Magician ambush in the rear! It was a ridiculous mistake, but the ensuing motion of the enemies only amplified the mistake. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Line charge! Neeigh! Slightly down! Aim for the horses! Though confused, the mercenaries followed Logans command and soon realized his intent, grinning as cruelly as he did. Fire! With a sneer in his command, Logan gave the order and the bolts were released. Neeigh! A single volley saw dozens of front-line cavalrymen tumble from their horses. Aaargh! The cavalrymen following behind ended up flying through the air, tripped over their fallen comrades and mounts. Gasp! The shields might have been strong enough to block the bolts, but they couldnt protect the horses from the arrows. Moreover, if non-power users fell from their horses at full speed, the consequences were obvious. Crack. Either their necks snapped upon landing, or Crush! They were ruthlessly trampled under the following horses hooves. Logan coldly laughed at the spectacle before him. Idiots. Archery units that dealt with cavalry usually chose parabolic shots to maximize their range. If cavalry got within about 100m, the typical effective range of a war bow, it was certain their own unit would be wiped out before they could aim properly, so they preferred to shoot from afar. Naturally, cavalrys tactic against arrows was to angle their shields slightly above their heads, offering protection against downward-striking arrows, covering both horse and rider. They likely never imagined dealing with arrows shot directly at them from a range beyond 300m. But Logan had no reason to give them any consideration. Keep firing! Aim for those who stand up even after falling off their horses! Among them, there were some almost as strong as knights, staggering to their feet after tumbling from their mounts and getting trampled by their peers. They were graciously given another round of bolt showers in appreciation of their resilience. Aaargh! As the front line of cavalry was decimated by a hundred men and subsequent bolts further shattered their ranks, the rest could not maintain their column and scattered directionlessly. It was unclear if the command unit at the front was fully coordinated as they were all floundering about without a clear direction. Horizontal charge! Watching the scattered enemies, Logans horse charged diagonally and the three hundred mercenaries followed suit. Protect the horses! Barely holding the line, Teslons cavalry again rushed straight at Logan and the mercenaries. This time, they shielded their heads and those of their horses, angling the shield slightly to preserve the horses view while still guarding the vital parts of both rider and mount. It was a demonstration of their well-trained capability. However, Logan ordered without hesitation. Fire! Neeigh! Arggh! Despite Teslon cavalrys response, the same tableau repeated as before. A shield of such size could just about protect the horses head. The bolts mercilessly exploited the gap left unavoidably open. The formation crumbled, and as the area hit widened, almost two hundred horses tumbled in place. Subsequently, a similar number of cavalry from behind took spills and the mercenaries onslaught did not cease. They kept firing bolts endlessly. It ends like this. The faces of the surviving cavalrymen darkened rapidly. In that short charge towards the enemy, almost half of their troops vanished. As the absurd deaths of their comrades continued, fear began to overshadow their anger. But it was too late to turn back now. The remaining cavalrymen bit down and charged at the mercenaries, but Fire! The enemys crossbows, with astounding speed, unleashed more lightning bolts. Arghh! This time, Teslons cavalry was reduced to fewer than the mercenaries. From then on, the mercenaries did not target those who fell. They merely continued to pelt down the remaining horses. The few survivors finally halted their charge and retreated, looking on in despair. Teslons cavalry had already disintegrated. The cavalry that had once swept the fields like the wind had now vanished, just as insubstantial. Of course, some were not yet satisfied. Lord Logan! Some who get up even after falling must be quite powerful. If we leave them be Let them go! Its better to use that time to save even a few of my soldiers, the people of my land! Logans