Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 250 - 250 129 Battle of Longka - Completed Chongjiang

250: Chapter 129: Battle of Longka – Completed (Chongjiang) 250: Chapter 129: Battle of Longka – Completed (Chongjiang) The conscripted soldiers from the rear of the Wolf Territory discovered the Heavy Armor “Knights” charging in a single-file line, but the disorganized militia had no chance to resist the Heavy Cavalry’s surprise attack from behind within a mere ten seconds.

Even though there were only a handful of enemy troops, facing the Iron Cavalry in full armor, the rear militia feared blocking the dreadful hooves of the horses.

“The Thorny Flower Knights are coming down!” Amidst the noise, the conscripted soldiers, feeling morally appeased, took advantage of the Supervision Army Captain’s inability to control them and scattered like birds and beasts in terror.

The disorganized troops spread out like an ebbing tide, completely lacking the awareness to set spears in formation, as Knight Redo charged in unabated.

Warhorses, some clad in armor and some draped in robes, charged into the scattered enemy lines, and the crowd, wielding spears like sharp knives, cut through effortlessly like slicing through tofu.

In just one round of contact, a dozen enemies fell under their charge.

Following the leading Knight Redo who was slashing his way, Lokhak let out a high roar, brandishing his halberd; its pointed end smashed into an enemy’s body, sending them flying with great force, while Azeryan raised his shield, his spear blade constantly thrusting out, slightly behind his valiant companion on the right front.

But at the very forefront of all those who charged bloodstained, Olivia’s figure bypassed Sir Redo, who initially led the charge.

Her armored arms dazzlingly swung, the long spear blade drawing swirling and flickering silver arcs to the left and right of the girl, her charging warhorse passed through the crowd like a swift and electrifying phantom.

The blade grazed the enemies’ necks, and the spear point stabbed into their chests, revealing only the frightful flashes of cold light.

Where iron hooves trod, and where spear tips reached, it felt as if cloaked by a vacuum of death, leaving corpses tumbling to the ground.

Seeing her heroic figure, Knight Redo’s heart trembled, realizing that he had greatly underestimated the armored girl’s abilities during his earlier evaluation in the camp, as he could not catch the rapid movements of her spear like a storm.

Breaking through the line, her bloodstained spear dripped with fresh blood, Olivia knew that these militia without any martial arts posed no threat to her, yet she still swiftly claimed fragile lives with her sharp blade.

She understood that not everyone possessed her skills and that any hesitation against enemies at this moment could become a threat to her friends and own soldiers.

Holding the blood-stained spear, she slowed her horse down as she left the formation, looking back with a heavy expression hidden behind her helmet, burying her sadness deep down.

The lowered spear tip rose again…

She could not afford to hesitate, risking more lives of those defending their homes.

As the pressure of near collapse dissipated, seeing their own cavalry arriving timely for help, the wounded youth of Longka rallied, their leading warrior cried out in a panic yet full of spirit: “We’ve won…

We’ve won!

Charge back!!!”

Despite suffering heavy casualties, their spirit to defend their homeland still caused the veins in their eyes to bulge as they throated towards another faltering group of Wolf Domain Militia on the right.

Knight Redo, seeing the disorganized crowd around him dropping their weapons and scattering in retreat, Raised his blood-covered halberd and loudly halted the riders’ intent to chase.

From what he saw when emerging from the woods, Seval’s Central Army squad was suffering from the enemy’s main assault and was in dire straits.

The battlefield changes in an instant, as the last maneuverable force, precious time could not be wasted here.

Merely breaking through the southernmost militia line would not reverse their adverse situation, considering the remaining forces of Longka beside him, they could hardly stop the enemy’s main force.

The warhorses needed to run again…

immediately!

“Form up, follow me, and move forward!”

Sir Redo shouted loudly, urging his horse which had paused due to the melee.

Following his command, the victorious Heavy Cavalry Squad, rallied around the knight, charged again…

…

Almost at the same time as Redo’s Heavy Cavalry Squad ambushed the southern enemy line,

To the north of the line, both sides already clashed into one.

The troops of Platon’s squad breaking through the enemy line assisted the allied forces from Seval, attacking Wolfenhol Soldiers from the side in a flanking maneuver, seeming to turn the tide of the battle.

But Leon pulled the reins, maneuvering his warhorse to dash out from the left disarray, loudly commanding the guards to disengage from the melee and reassemble by his side.

The Shield Guards lined up beside Leon, raising their long shields to block intermittent cold arrows shot from afar at their Lord.

Holding a riding spear full of blood and organ fragments, Leon gazed into the distance and saw a Wolf Family Knight, also in full armor, leading his nearby native forces of the Wolf Territory gradually closing in.

The elite from Wolfenhol City who had earlier retreated had not dispersed; those soldiers had recovered their morale under the command of that Wolf Family Knight officer, assembling their native formation into a larger military force.

Leon did not lack the desire to pursue those fleeing enemies with living force.

But he hadn’t the resources, once dragged into chaos, he could no longer care for other fronts.

Yet the enemy…

Leon quickly turned his head towards the heavy cavalry formation about to initiate a charge from the side flank, crossing the trenches.

The long-awaited leader of the Wolf Territory finally stepped into the battlefield.

Where were their own Sir Redo and the others?

Had they entered the fray?

What was the situation on the southern frontline?

Had they won or already collapsed?

Leon did not know.

The enemy’s final offensive would reach him in thirty to forty seconds; he did not have a godlike perspective or a pause button from a previous life’s war game, nor did he have a chance to return to the high slope behind the line to locate the last of his reserve forces.