Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters
Chapter 1239 - 40 Great Alliance Moves Forward (Conclusion)_2

Chapter 1239: Chapter 40 Great Alliance Moves Forward (Conclusion)_2

Before Seber could finish speaking, a series of low exclamations suddenly sounded around him.

The officers in front of Seber had looks of incredulous shock on their faces, while the light cavalry from Iron Peak County immediately sprinted towards their warhorses.

Seber shouted in alarm, and looking back towards the southeast hill, saw the owner of the blood-red military flag already charging down the slope alone, heading straight for the main camp of the Grand Council Army.

The outriders on the Council Army’s front lines were the first to notice the strange movements, and they simultaneously moved to encircle him.

Even the cavalry of the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army, overseeing the battle, were disturbed, with a contingent splitting off from the main force, clearly aiming to intercept.

Seber cursed as he grabbed the reins of his warhorse, and the other officers followed suit, rushing towards their steeds.

"If that damned fool insists on personally entering the fray!" Seber gripped the saddle, pressed the stirrups, leaped onto his horse in frustration, and shouted furiously, "Then everything I just said is utter nonsense!"

In no time, the Iron Peak County light cavalry at the artillery position were fully prepared. Except for a few guarding the gunners, the rest formed a strike formation behind Seber.

The sabers rested on their shoulders, reflecting the blood-red glow in the setting sun; the warhorses tossed their heads, snorted hot breath, and repeatedly pawed the ground with their forehooves.

"Attention everyone! There’s only one order!" Seber drew his military sword, swung it in the air, the blade lowering to just above the warhorse’s ears: "Support Winters Montagne—at all costs!"

The cannon roared three times, and the god of war rained lead and iron upon the brown-clad soldiers thrice.

Seber personally led the Iron Peak County light cavalry, like arrows shot from a bow, charging unstoppably towards the main body of the Council Army at the foot of the hill.

The artillery bombardment from behind drove the brown-clad soldiers, who were already being forced back onto the battlefield by slaughter, into wailing chaos.

Only upon hearing the hoofbeats and seeing the unfamiliar cavalry charging down the hill did the Council Army’s overseers realize the recent cannon barrage was not a misfire.

The brown-clad cavalry encircling the fleeing soldiers immediately advanced to engage, and even those heading to intercept the rebel leader doubled back.

Yet before the latter could return, the Iron Peak County light cavalry was already upon the former, screaming as they crashed into the Council Army cavalry’s horizontal formation.

In the clash of sabers, Seber calmly warded off a deadly slash, seemingly lightly placing his saber on the opponent’s right arm, then with astonishing force, dragged it forward.

As the two riders passed each other, the brown-clad cavalryman had a deep bone-revealing wound on his arm, causing his limb to droop instantly. The saber slipped from his hand, dangling by the wrist strap.

Seber did not pursue with a second strike, nor did he care about the opponent’s fate. It was just an insignificant moment in the war, and he had long learned to discard excess emotions.

Yet another part of Seber’s brain constantly warned him, persistently reminding him something was wrong.

He scanned the chaotic mêlée of friendly and enemy cavalry, still just an insignificant piece of a war, as before and as would always be, except there were no officers among the brown-clad cavalry.

...except there were no officers among the brown-clad cavalry.

Seber’s heart tightened suddenly, all his blood rushing to his head, the pre-battle plan he dismissed as trivial now transformed into the most immediate crisis.

Almost instinctively, he turned towards the southeast, shouting with all his remaining strength, "Spellcasters’ Countermeasure!"

But the battlefield was too chaotic, Seber’s voice could not possibly reach the other side of the field.

Even if his voice could reach, it was too late, for the owner of the red flag had already charged into the main camp of the Council Army on the eastern hills of River Valley Village.

Then came a deafening explosion.

The blast wave hurled dirt and stone into the sky, raining down with clattering sounds. Smoke and dust billowed in all directions, and the soldiers on the perimeter of the Council Army’s main camp were all toppled by the shockwave.

Seber, Tamas, Bart Xialing... everyone’s heartbeat on the battlefield paused with the explosion, half of them shifting from surprise to ecstasy, while the other half seemed to plummet from heaven to hell.

An unprecedented fear gripped the minds of the Iron Peak County people because they had never considered—nor even imagined—this scene would occur.

Only those prepared responded the fastest, as the last intact cavalry unit of the Council Army charged towards the original position of the main camp.

According to Colonel Sanel’s plan, no one should have survived. But the goal of "anti-magic tactics" was not only to "ensure destruction" but also to "prove destruction."

The Council Army cavalry arrived at the ambush site first, plunged into the smoke ahead of everyone, everything proceeding according to plan... except the Iron Peak County military’s reaction.

The anticipated hesitation and chaos did not occur; Iron Peak County military, after brief shock, erupted with unimaginable fury.

The Iron Peak County light cavalry disengaged from the mêlée, charging unhesitatingly towards the explosion site.

The bloody slaughter resumed, this time it couldn’t even be called an assault, as it had no other purpose than slaughter, slaughter, and slaughter.

The last three Great Square Formations of the "Sixth Legion" were battered to the brink, seemingly about to collapse entirely.

In extreme peril, the Council Army on the West Bank no longer cared about threats from the rear, stepping over the Thunder Group County cavalry’s attack path, leaving River Valley Village to join the battlefield on the East Bank.