The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 991: Volume 32: Dark Clouds Envelop, - 9: Mockery

Chapter 991: Volume 32: Dark Clouds Envelop, Chapter 9: Mockery

Having made his decision, Yale no longer pondered over other matters. Even if he disagreed with Sir Gray, he would still respect the opinions of these simple-minded knights, whom he saw as beyond question. Rather than let those fellows strike poses and give orders, it was better to take the initiative into his own hands — intelligence must be verified by his own scouts, and the deployment of the Army should be arranged and planned by him. That way, at least the risks were minimized, and at the worst, he could forcibly intervene and withdraw. As long as he ensured the Army remained under his control, things would not deteriorate to an extremely bad state.

As soon as Yale returned to his command post, he promptly issued a series of orders, dispatching nearly all the scouts at once; their priority was to ascertain the opponent’s intentions.

Yale wasn’t particularly worried about the opponent. After all, his Cavalry Force was incomparable to the meager force of the enemy. The advantage of cavalry lay in their mobility; even at the last moment of realizing something was amiss, the cavalry could use their maneuverability to retreat, or if they noticed a change in the situation after entering the Battlefield, they could withdraw from it swiftly. This advantage was far too great compared to that of infantry.

Baoling checked the distance emotionlessly, the Mirror of Thousand Miles had already been equipped among the higher echelons of commanders. Although it was valuable, it was after all a product of their own making, and Komer had not skimped on it. Through the Mirror of Thousand Miles, Baoling could clearly see the opposing Knights regiment gathering its strength, and it was quite obvious that the cavalry cluster behind the Knights regiment was not in line with them. This could be inferred from the spacing between their forces.

The scouts of the cavalry flew out like locusts, rapidly spreading to both flanks. They were focusing on preventing encirclement at the wings, and it was also their responsibility to determine the strength of the enemy forces at the front.

Baoling was not concerned, as there were no infantry forces of his own in ambush at the flanks — the enemy scouts would not be fooled by such a ploy. The objective was to draw in the enemy’s Knights regiment and ensnare them into a crisis. Only then could the Attican Cavalry Force be fully drawn in; otherwise, it was all talk.

To mobilize the enemy’s Knights regiment, it would depend on the performance of Lecler’s Homer Knight Order. They mustn’t appear too strong, which would scare the Attican knights, nor too weak, which would foster their confidence to "complete the mission" independently, delaying the involvement of their cavalry and allowing them an escape from encirclement.

Lecler hated this kind of situation, serving as bait with his Knights regiment. Such a task was unpleasant for any commander. Although he had agreed, there was some dissatisfaction in his heart. However, since he had promised, he had to ensure it was well executed — that was his principle.

The Steeds of the Knights danced beneath them like a group of rhythmic gentlemen, their hoofsteps lending a sense of order in the chaos. The power of the opposing Knights regiment far exceeded their own, yet by utilizing the terrain and a prepared advantage, Lecler deftly controlled the situation. The Atticans couldn’t gain much of an upper hand, even though they appeared fierce and invincible. Yet, in the heat of battle, their accomplishments were meager.

Lecler discreetly gave his command; the various knight leaders immediately began to convey the commander’s intentions to every knight. The Homer Knights launched alternating counterattacks, catching the Attican knights off guard and striking fiercely, causing momentary confusion among them. They had not expected these Homer People to dare launch such a ruthless counterattack when at a seeming disadvantage.

But by the time they recovered, the Homer Knights had already used the brief respite from the counterattack to rapidly withdraw from the Battlefield, infuriating the Attican knights. To be outwitted by the Homer People right before their eyes was unacceptable; should they let them escape, the Attican knights would have no face left to show.

The Attican knights at the wings immediately began to expand their formation, rapidly increasing their riding speed to form an enveloping attack circle, seemingly determined to bite down on the steadily retreating Homer Knights and trap them within the encirclement.

Baoling’s mouth curled into a slight smile. Indeed, experience couldn’t be faked — Lecler executed it beautifully. A slap of counterattack left the self-proclaimed noble Attican knights dazed. When they came to their senses, they would undoubtedly be furious over such a disgraceful setback. It’s not easy to maintain calm while also keeping an eye on the changing situation, least of all for the Attican Knights’ leaders.

The formation of the Attican Knights gradually expanded, and the pursuit speed increased. Under such circumstances, it was difficult to control the entire Knights regiment. Baoling turned the Mirror of Thousand Miles towards the rear, more concerned with the Attican cavalry there — they were the key. Those knights were like peacocks strutting around, seemingly resplendent, but of questionable combat effectiveness. The real threat was the composed cavalry at the back; they were the actual target.

As expected, the cavalry in the rear didn’t get rattled due to the knights’ disorderly actions. They maintained their marching rhythm and speed, and even the distance between each other didn’t change as if completely unrelated to the knights. Of course, Baoling didn’t believe this for a second. Knights were the foundational class of a country, especially so in the countries of the Northern Alliance. While the Attican knights seemed to have the upper hand, it made sense for the cavalry to stay composed. But what if the knights suffered a hit they couldn’t stomach? Could they still maintain their apparent indifference?

Baoling smirked coldly; it was time to teach those arrogant Attican knights a lesson. Perhaps this would encourage them to perform more eagerly, making this play unfold more intensely and spectacularly. (To be continued. For the continuation of this story, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters to follow; support the author, support authorized reading!)