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Chapter 492 - 492 81 A Major Victory in Strategic Terms_2

492: Chapter 81, A Major Victory in Strategic Terms_2 492: Chapter 81, A Major Victory in Strategic Terms_2 “Pursue!”

Hudson immediately gave the command.

Once the Bimon Cavalry retreated, the outcome of this battle was essentially decided.

Such an opportunity to kick someone when they are down is rare, naturally, it should not be missed.

Kill one and count one.

For a sparsely populated race like Bimon, slaughter is indeed the best strategy.

On the plains, a scene of hot pursuit unfolded.

Theoretically, pursuing the Bimon cavalry now would be a futile effort.

However, this is not the grasslands.

The road is only so wide and cannot accommodate too many cavalry.

The fleeing Bimon cavalry inevitably had to trample on the farmland on both sides of the road.

Yet, inevitably there were some ditch-like depressions in the farmlands along the route.

Occasionally, a horse would lose its footing, which was also unavoidable.

The true meaning of this chase is to kill those who are unlucky enough to stumble.

Of course, it also doesn’t rule out the possibility of an unfortunate Bimon officer leading his troops into a “dead-end”.

The plain is flat in general, but that does not mean that all lands lie on the same level and there are no obstacles whatsoever.

Occasionally small mounds would appear, revealing a narrow road, or sometimes a canyon or a river might appear, all were possible.

Looking at the Hawkman circling in the distant sky, Hudson swore under his breath “bad luck!”

With these guys showing the way from the air, it was basically impossible to expect the enemy to lead his army into a “dead-end”.

An opportunity to annihilate the Bimon Cavalry Regiment slipped through his hands, but the chase must go on.

Thirty miles, fifty miles, a hundred miles…During the wild chase, they reached the borderlines of the Moxi Duchy.

“Stop the chase!”

Hudson, with a wave of his hand, ordered his troops to stop the chase.

They couldn’t continue.

Even endowed with the magical beast bloodlines, the stamina of a war horse was ultimately limited.

In the previous chase, there were numerous horses that died from exhaustion.

Even Hudson’s own horse was now panting heavily, and further chase might result in the loss of more horses.

Having paid such a price, the results were not shabby.

The frenziedly fleeing Bimon Cavalry Regiment had been badly damaged.

That approximately half of them managed to escape into the Orton Duchy was quite lucky.

The rest were either scattered in the pursuit or were already in the presence of the Beast God.

“A group of defeated soldiers, can Orton Duchy handle them?”

Hudson muttered to himself uncertainly.

It’s honestly not that he wanted to burden the Orton Duchy, it’s just that the enemy was hell-bent on running that way and he couldn’t stop them.

If the Bimon Cavalry were a bit more savvy and ran to join the reinforcements, Hudson could guarantee that even if they couldn’t completely annihilate them, the enemy forces would be severely crippled.

Running into other countries would have a similar outcome.

As long as the neighbouring countries’ armies gave even the slightest resistance, these Bimon would be finished.

The Orton Duchy is the only exception.

They had already been severely hit by the Human-beast expeditionary force in the previous battles and were now in a state of barely any defense.

Just managing to hold onto the core area where the capital is located was already a big effort.

As for boundary defense, better to forget about it!

After resting for two days on the spot, Hudson then ordered the army to return.

This long rest was both to allow the soldiers to relax a bit and to worry about the return of the Bimon cavalry.

As it turned out, he had been overthinking things.

The Bimon Cavalry only rested for one night in the Orton Duchy before continuing on their way.

Based on the marching route, they were either planning to regroup in the Orton Duchy or prepare to enter the Warhammer Kingdom.

Regardless of which situation it was, they seemed to have hung their teammates out to dry.

This problem should be dealt with by the Moxi people, anyway, the battle has been won.

Even though they lost thousands of cavalry and exhausted tens of thousands of horses, none of this matters in view of the major damage inflicted on the Bimon Cavalry Regiment.

It may seem like the number of enemies exterminated isn’t many, but from another perspective, they had wiped out one and a half percent of the Bimon clan’s population, all of whom were of fighting age.

Hudson had already decided how to frame the war as a great victory of “strategic significance”.

It was enough to boast about.

In contrast to their swift advance, on their return, the cavalry became infantry, and at the speed of fifty miles a day, they leisurely sauntered back home.

They were forced into this situation.

During the pursuit of the Bimon cavalry, they had ridden at full speed.

The spare horses originally intended for transportation were naturally left behind.

The consequences of overusing the horses began to manifest over the past two days.

Luckily, this was a world with extraordinary powers.

The specially made magic potions managed to save many horses’ lives.

Otherwise, these cavalry might really have become foot soldiers.

Now that they don’t need to rush, they naturally have to conserve horse power.

Intuition told Hudson that these highly effective magic potions were not something good.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he always felt that the Continent of Aslante had chosen the wrong technological path.

All the healing magic drained the vitality of the injured person as the price to pay.

The situation with healing potions was not much better.

Any potion that had an immediate effect required a price to be paid.

…

In the Bimon Camp of Orton Duchy, Prince Butzweig, who had received the news of Hudson’s retreat, finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Before he could celebrate, the casualty data reported by his subordinates completely ruined his good mood.

Looking at the halved number of officers in the tent, Prince Butzweig said in a low voice, “The failure of this campaign comes mainly from our underestimation of the power of the human race.

The continental hegemony is indeed not easy to shake!”