Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters
Chapter 1221 - 33 Great Alliance Moves Forward (18)

Chapter 1221: Chapter 33 Great Alliance Moves Forward (18)

Kris Vare watched helplessly as the finest infantry battalion of the reconstituted New Reclamation Legion crumbled, the soldiers scattering like defenseless children, cut down from behind by the rebel cavalry.

Among the rebels wantonly slaying fleeing soldiers, Major Vare spotted the injured cavalry officer who had decimated half of his forces.

Meanwhile, Luosong also spotted that conspicuous officer amidst the still-intact pseudo-army formation.

In the chaos of the battlefield, he immediately saw the rebel cavalry leader who had destroyed half his troops. And Luosong also found that conspicuous officer in the still-standing pseudo-army formation.

"Over there! The Provincial Guy is over there—let go of me!" Luosong raged, shrugging off his subordinate trying to force him to retreat, raising his hand to point straight at the artillery officer in the provincial uniform: "Go find Bian River County’s cavalry! Have them come to us! Go find Peiduofei! Get him to drive those enemy deserters back to me! Drive them back to charge the remaining formation! Go! Go!"

"Senior, Peiduofei is gone." The response was very low.

Luosong was momentarily stunned, then gave the respondent a harsh push: "Gone! If he’s gone then you go! What are you waiting for? Go!"

The ordered lieutenant wiped away tears, saluted heavily, and immediately led two messengers to regroup the third and fourth cavalry squadrons.

Luosong drew a dagger, cutting a piece from the sash, swiftly bandaging his bleeding left eye while constantly issuing orders: "First and second squadrons, assemble! Regroup! Go find Sergeant Ferun, his men have nails and long hammers, nail down these four cannons for me first!"

Upon hearing the order to nail down the cannons, the sergeant showed slight hesitation: "Sir, maybe we could use those cannons."

The bandaging tugged at his wound, causing Luosong to let out a suppressed growl of pain. He turned sharply, grimacing as he cursed: "I told you to nail them! Just nail them down for me! Can you use a cannon? Can I use one? Neither of us can, so just destroy it for me!"

The sergeant dared not argue further and moved to relay the orders.

Luosong panted heavily, pulling the reins repeatedly, scanning the battlefield with his still functional right eye.

On the mound, it was utter chaos with human shouts and animal screams.

The brown-clad soldiers abandoned their armor and fled desperately to the east, south, and even west.

The light cavalry of Thunder Group County, who had previously charged into the array, were like shepherd dogs herding livestock, striving to block the fleeing enemies.

Beneath the mound, the allied left wing and the "pseudo-government army" right wing, retreating to the East Bank, were once again locked in fierce battle.

Colonel Skool’s silver-edged military flag advanced slowly, intending to crush the remaining enemy right-wing forces in one swift strike.

Meanwhile, the two infantry battalions of the "New Reclamation Expeditionary Army" sent to support the struggling pseudo-army right flank had repelled the second infantry battalion of Thunder Group County, which followed the cavalry in the river bay’s crossing.

Having driven them back to the West Bank, the two battalions of the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army made no attempt to aid the artillery positions but instead directly charged towards the side and rear of the allied left wing.

At the same time, the other two infantry battalions of the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army once again launched a fierce assault on River Valley Village.

The bell tower of the River Valley Village church was engulfed in flames, smoke, and cries of battle, resembling a lone boat struggling in a stormy sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

To the south of River Valley Village, the Bai Mountain County Troops were also engaging with the enemy left-wing forces.

However, the pervasive smoke and the fumes from the burning houses in River Valley Village obscured Luosong’s vision, preventing the captain from clearly seeing the situation there.

After a long yet brief period of waiting, standoff, and probing, this battle, which had yet to be formally named, began to reach its climax.

Everywhere there was bloodshed, everyone was involved, the sound of gunfire, hooves, and screams... a cacophony of noises bombarded everyone’s eardrums.

The soldiers became numb in the frenzy of slaughter, the world shrinking into the weapons in their hands and the enemies before them.

Thrusting, hacking, severing necks, cleaving chests—for ordinary soldiers, consciousness and rationality were luxuries unworthy of survival.

The bugler behind Luosong blew the rallying call with all his might, his cheeks aching and throat ablaze, yet only a fraction of the heavy cavalry rallied; the others either could no longer hear the orders or could no longer comprehend them.

And the special lances of those heavy cavalry who did rally had already broken in the previous charge, leaving only swords in their hands.

Luosong ran his hand over the sweat-drenched neck of his beloved horse, turning it to face his subordinates.

Among his subordinates were descendants from officer families, re-enlisted retired soldiers, standing army riders who had fled back home... many of them were unwilling to fight, yet they followed him all the way here and were prepared to charge at the enemy once more.

"The light cavalry is in action." Luosong’s voice was hoarse and low, stating each word clearly: "Once they drive and disrupt the remaining formation, we will take the opportunity to crush them, then the enemy engaging with Colonel Skool, and finally, the enemy in River Valley Village."

The captain took a steel helmet from a subordinate’s body, placed it on his head, and lowered the faceguard: "In the end, we will put an end to all the chaos and suffering of the New Reclamation here."

Meanwhile, at the other end of the mound, due to the withdrawal and reorganization of the rebel cavalry, the formation where Major Kris Vare was stationed temporarily disengaged from combat.

However, Major Vare had no time to rest because more and more soldiers who had initially fled down the mound were turning back, driven by the rebels, towards the only remaining council army formation on the mound.