The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 989: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Sweep Across - 7 The Plan Emerges

Chapter 989: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Sweep Across Chapter 7 The Plan Emerges

"The Atticans and their vassal forces have now entered Cartin territory with an army of fifty thousand, among which their knight orders and cavalry force have already exceeded twelve thousand men," Sir Lecler said, his tone serious. "This is a considerable number. Our entire Nicosia knight force only amounts to three thousand five hundred. Even if we could surpass them in combat capabilities, we’re far inferior in terms of overall strength. We really need to give careful thought to how we can win this battle."

Baoling’s brow furrowed slightly, as even Sir Lecler’s tone suggested he found the high stakes of this battle somewhat daunting. To annihilate, not just rout the enemy, especially given the Attican cavalry’s mobility, would be no easy feat.

However, Baoling had some ideas of his own. While the enemy’s cavalry was formidable, their infantry was relatively weak on the other hand, the Half-beastman Army and Barbarian Army under his command far exceeded the combat capabilities of ordinary mortal infantry. If utilized effectively, they could strike where the enemy was weakest with their own strengths.

"Indeed, we do need to plan carefully. However, time is not on our side," Lecler observed. "The Atticans aren’t fools; once they realize our strategic intent, I think they will quickly respond."

"Hmm, Sir Lecler, I have a thought, but it will require the cooperation of the Homer Knight Order, and the risks to the knights will be considerable. Yet this may be our only chance to achieve our strategic objective." Baoling said, after a moment of contemplation, finally voicing his thoughts.

"Oh? Since Mr. Baoling has an idea, of course the Homer Knight Order will comply unconditionally. Obedience is the creed and virtue of knights," Lecler said raising his eyebrows, clearly somewhat discontent with Baoling’s assertion.

"Sir Lecler, please don’t misunderstand, the situation may be more difficult than we imagined. Especially to meet Lord’s intentions, we must take some risks. These risks could have been entirely avoided, but now to meet a higher standard, we have no choice but to take the gamble," Baoling said, shaking his head calmly.

"Oh, I see," Lecler realized he was being too anxious. "Then Mr. Baoling, please, let’s hear it. Perhaps the situation isn’t as bad as you suggest."

When Baoling laid out his strategy, Lecler immediately realized the plan was indeed very targeted. It could be considered an enticing plan, but as Baoling had said, the risks were considerable. The Homer Knights, fifteen hundred strong, might fall into an irredeemable situation without careful attention. But, of course, if they succeeded, the Homer Knight Order would undoubtedly emerge as the undisputed heroes of this war.

Lecler quickly made his decision. Whether for the Homer Knight Order or for himself and his knights, the glory and temptation were too great to refuse. Perhaps Baoling had anticipated this all along; a knight’s pride would not allow him to decline or show cowardice, and indeed, such an opportunity was rare.

"I accept your plan; it is worth the risk. I also firmly believe that my knights can execute this plan. I only hope, Sir Baoling, that you will complete all preparations according to the agreed-upon plan. We will not act until we must, but when we do, it will be decisive!"

Lecler’s eyes gleamed with a calm determination, and his expression was stern, his tone unusually even, showing no hint of his internal emotions.

"Rest assured, Sir Lecler, if the Homer Knight Order completes their mission and we still cannot achieve our desired outcome, then the Southern Line Army, including myself, will have no face to continue this war, and I will ask for punishment," Baoling said resolutely, clearly grasping the implications in Lecler’s words.

"Hmph, Sir Baoling, it’s not the time to ask for punishment. We need nothing else but victory," Lecler said blandly. "We must triumph completely; we refuse anything less."

The heavy iron helmet weighed slightly awkwardly on Yale’s head, but he meticulously maintained it in the most correct position atop his head.

Yale was aware that every action of his was being scrutinized by the discerning knights around him. As a cavalry commander rather than the leader of a knight order, he might command over nine thousand cavalrymen, but in the eyes of the Duke and power officials, he still couldn’t compare to the knight leaders born of nobility, a fact that chafed at him, though he knew he was powerless to change it.

Three thousand heavy armored cavalry moved across the plains like a dark, shifting cloud, their robust horse hooves kicking up thick dust. The soldiers’ faces were securely covered by beast-like visors, their full armament and heavy armor topped with iron-chased spears, and the Laman Giant Horses, bred near the Mogula Marshes, may look less imposing than the purebreds of the knights, but Yale knew that these seemingly dull creatures were more capable of bearing burdens and suited for carrying the heavily armored cavalrymen who were several dozens of pounds heavier than other horsemen.

These heavy armored cavalry would be the best weapon against the supposed Half-beastmen and Barbarian infantry from the Caucasus Wilderness. Yale wasn’t taking any chances, especially after the message that had arrived a few days ago from the south: Caucasians had crossed the Greenland Forest and made a surprise attack on Livonia, revealing their ambitions and schemes. They had the audacity to act so brazenly even after the Northern Alliance made its stance clear — Yale wondered what madness possessed their chief.

Yale knew that the battles in the south were just a sideshow; the fate of Cartin’s soil would be determined here, but he was not as sanguine as his superiors and the knight leaders.

Half-beastman Heavy Infantry alongside Barbarian Berserkers; these were the opponents his troops would soon face. Though he had never dealt directly with these crude folk from the Caucasus, he had crossed swords with beast warriors from the Northern Mogon Wasteland. It was said that those Half-beastmen and beastmen shared deep blood ties, and the Barbarians were even more frenzied than the beastmen. If the rumors were true, Yale reckoned that even if his side emerged victorious, it would likely come at a substantial cost. (To be continued, for more information, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available, support the author, support authorized reading!)