Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 249 - 249 128 The Battle of Longka IV Entering Formation_2

249: Chapter 128: The Battle of Longka IV (Entering Formation)_2 249: Chapter 128: The Battle of Longka IV (Entering Formation)_2 Knightly battle cries had not even had time to fade from everyone’s ears.

The Wolf Territory Soldiers who obstructed the way had just raised their spears toward the charging knightly figure, when they felt as if they had been struck head-on by an onrushing siege hammer, not even having time to scream before instantly losing all consciousness.

The tornado that burst forth from the knight’s lance howled tremendously, extending its magic power-laden pressure that sent the blocking enemies flying back into their own formation, causing chaos as they fell haphazardly.

And in the short distance of just over a dozen meters, the black steed took mere seconds to carry its master to the front of the enemy lines.

Leon spurred his warhorse forward, lowering the tip of his spear, harnessing the enormous momentum of the charging beast beneath him as he unrelentingly crashed into the disordered spear formation.

—Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Amidst the clattering chaos of piercing strikes raining on his plate armor and shield, along with the teeth-grinding crackling snaps of wooden shafts shattering.

Leon, gripping the glistening spearhead, charged like a hydraulic machine’s industrial cone slicing through butter, piercing unfortunate Wolf Territory Soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time, the crimson spearhead breaking through chain armor and thick padding.

The next slow-to-react soldier was toppled by the heavy warhorse’s chest armor, heavy iron hooves trampling over him, his chest collapsing under the chain armor as thick blood spurted from his mouth with his ruptured innards.

Magic essence boiling within him, Leon strived to keep his lance level, carrying corpses with the wild charge of his warhorse; the long steel-forged spear consecutively piercing through three obstructing enemy soldiers.

Only when the corpses strung on the lance left a long trail of blood in the mud did his narrow helmet visor’s field of view suddenly clear.

In merely a few seconds of charging through the ranks, the warhorse was like a living war chariot, carrying a berserk Leon who trampled over five rows of deep enemy lines.

With the forceful sweep of his lance, Leon dislodged the heavy bodies impaled on it, flinging aside those he had perforated.

Having discarded these burdens, the black steed felt a slight relief.

Under its master’s control, it slowed and carefully stepped over the grass, its iron hooves slowing, then following the reins to veer around.

With calm eyes, he looked back over the blood path he had carved from atop his horse.

His guards remained within the battle, Zabron and his companions swinging war hammers, sweeping and smashing; even the Wolf Territory’s armored elite soldiers could not withstand the shield guards augmented by Netti Card’s berserk power.

With the miracle power of the Netti Cards, the three of them used their boiling magic essence to batter the enemies before them with the ferocious momentum of steel cones, leaving them overturned.

The dreadful cone heads, even separated by armor, shattered their victims’ bodies with every hit.

Helms twisted, chain armor punctured, and the long-bladed spears of the Wolf Territory were difficult to level in the dense chaos of the battle ranks.

In an instant, Zabron and his two companions were like tigers plunging into a flock of sheep, thoroughly widening the torn battle line.

The three shield guards protecting Kovis formed a barrier on the right to fend off the remaining enemy, earnestly covering the flag-bearing young attendant and guardsmen locked in fierce combat.

Platon’s spearmen broke free from the weary fight, inspired by their lord’s flag standing tall deep within enemy lines, watching the enemies before them break and scatter, their morale ignited by their lord and guards’ valor.

“Follow up!—Crush them!” A veteran Platon, seizing the opportunity, led the younger soldiers in the rear, following the Lord’s Guard into the disarrayed ranks.

In a moment, the completely breached Ascofo Formation of Wolfenhol crumbled.

Kicking his horse’s flanks once more, Leon raised the tip of his lance and roared beneath his wing helmet, “Spare those who surrender!

Don’t slay those who flee!—Death to those who obstruct me!”

Hearing the nearby hoofbeats and battle cries, the Ascofo Soldier trying to regroup his men felt a chill through his body.

He looked up to see the devastation and scattering nearing half their number; the formation’s defeat was beyond recovery.

Glancing back hurriedly, seeing the flag bearer’s look of despair, he finally gave up the struggle, bellowing the order to retreat.

The formation’s flag bearer immediately slung the swallowtail flag across his back, leading the disintegrating soldiers to sprint towards the central position of Knight Yom to the southwest…

The violently twisting battle line, together with the advancing and retreating flags, vividly reflected the chaotic changes on the battlefield.

Observing the Sword Wing flag that had pierced through the Ascofo Soldier’s formation, followed by the infantry bearing the Thorny Flower swallowtail flag…

Canis, standing on the western side of the two armies’ frontlines, couldn’t help but frown.

The tactics of massing infantry against the enemy’s elite ambush were expected to be ineffective.

However, Ascofo’s debacle was indeed sudden.

Within sight, the enemy did not conceal more troops, and those who had repelled the formation were merely a small squad of Silver-armored Knights in Heavy Armor.

Canis’s thoughts flashed like lightning, quickly weighing the current situation.

The northern flank, where he had held great hope, had not achieved a breakthrough.

After Ascofo was repelled, Luo Sen’s formation found itself isolated, with only archers still providing cover, making it difficult for the enemy’s light-armored spearman to complete the encirclement.

However, the southern front, which he had not held much hope for, was now pushing farther as a horde of miscellaneous soldiers, with Knight Yom’s vanguard leading the main assault and the rearguard pressing, nearly surrounded the enemy.

The conscripted soldiers on the southern edge had already half surrounded the enemy, and the Longka garrison’s formation in the south showed clear signs of retreat.

As this grew and that diminished, aside from the northern end where Luo Sen was fighting, where victory or defeat remained unclear, our forces had tilted the battle line.

Once the enemy’s central square formation collapsed, victory would naturally arrive.

But if his Heavy Cavalry were to rush to the right flank, they would have to go around a large group of our disorganized troops, a redundant move that would delay seizing the moment of opportunity, and was truly unnecessary.

However, Luo Sen’s soldiers could not hold out alone for much longer, and this battle could not afford any unforeseen variables.

The Wolf Family Young Master raised his hand to call over an Attendant carrying spears and took his own Riding Spear.

“…It seems the Thorny Flower Family isn’t just comprised of cowards who shy away from battle.”

His gaze locked tightly onto the enemy commander’s emblem-adorned banner; he even felt some admiration for that foul-mouthed young knight.

To a Knight of Valor, valor was a quality worthy of respect, no matter friend or foe.

Of course, the highest respect given to an enemy was to personally bring them down.

Since the enemy commander had been forced into the battlefield, it was time for his true main force to take to the field and settle the outcome with one blow.

Canis raised his Riding Spear and bellowed the command, leading the thunderous sound of hooves behind him to urge his Warhorse to trot to the northern side of the battlefield, flanked by two Knights of Valor from his Inner Mansion and dozens of Armored Heavy Cavalry following close behind their Young Master.

And in the middle of the battlefield.

Knight Yom’s main formation slowly turned, facing the gap in the left flank.

They neatly advanced towards the Sword Wing Square Flag, simultaneously gathering Ascofo’s disintegrating troops, reorganizing them behind their formation, gradually forming an even larger square.

Knight Yom commanded his troops, marching sideways towards the enemy.

To the left of his formation, the awe-inspiring Wolfenhol Heavy Cavalry crossed them.

Feeling the earth-shaking assistance of ally iron hooves on the flank, the elite of the Wolf Territory were buoyed in spirit; even the soldiers who had just retreated from the rearguard regained their morale.

…

In the southern woods.

Finally, within the forest, they caught sight of the Gunnar Family’s cavalry formation moving away from the central line.

Not wanting to miss a fleeting opportunity, Knight Redo, holding his spear, hastened back to his troops, leapt onto his horse’s back, and gave the order, “Form up, follow me in the charge!

The target is the enemy’s rear flanking the Longka Subunit!”

Knight Redo spurred his horse and shouted, leading the young braves by his side out of the woodland, with him at the center, eleven cavalry entered the battlefield.

On the jittery horseback, a girl’s sorrowful and anxious gaze passed through her helmet, witnessing the increasingly dire situation of the Longka formation from afar.

The closer cries of war and screams of agony made Olivia clutch the cavalry spear in her Iron Gloves ever tighter.

Lokhak clenched his teeth, desperately holding back his urgency over the sight of his subjects’ casualties while maintaining formation alongside his partners.

However, the single-file formation, without having trained or coordinated with each other, started falling apart as it followed the command to pick up the pace.

Realizing it was too much to expect the hastily assembled group to maintain formation, Redo called out the charge order ahead of time.

“Formation, charge!”

The young Riders let out cries to spur their beasts, Steeds neighed, hooves intertwined, and the few cavalry of Longka raised their weapons.

Amidst the mad dash of the warhorses, they charged at the rear of the conscripted spearmen of the Wolf Territory.