The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 995: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Gather - 13 Flaws

Chapter 995: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Gather Chapter 13 Flaws

Baoling did not commit all his Barbarian Berserkers and Half-beastman Heavy Infantry to the battlefield. To annihilate the enemy completely, such prolonged combat was obviously not an option—only a true ambush could solve the problem.

Three thousand Barbarian Berserkers and three thousand Half-beastman Heavy Infantry had already, according to orders, broken away from the main force and quietly maneuvered to the rear. While everyone’s attention was caught up in the intense combat on the battlefield, no one paid much heed to the fact that the Caucasus side had not committed all their forces to the fight.

At such a time, it was also impossible for them to detect the disorganized and shattered battlefield; one could only see blood and fire everywhere, heads rolling, continuous screams, fights, struggles, pain and despair, excitement and fury—all sorts of expressions and emotions were enacted here.

The berserk Barbarians were completely engulfed in madness, able to completely ignore the threats around them just to achieve their goal. In many cases, the Barbarian Berserkers, despite being covered in wounds, continued to fight tirelessly until their last breath. The Half-beastmen’s performance was in no way inferior to that of their Barbarian comrades. Their fierce bravery astounded the Barbarians; facing the charging Attica Cavalry, they would meet them head-on, never retreating a step even if trampled by horses. Such fierceness indeed chilled the Attica Cavalry.

Yale painfully realized the grave mistake he had made was nearly irreparable—the Light Armor Cavalry was utterly unsuitable for fighting in such an environment. Although the terrain here was not rugged, consisting of flat, gentle slopes and soothing lowlands, the detestable shrubbery spread erratically everywhere greatly limited the shock and mobility advantages of the Light Armor Cavalry. They could only circle their horses frantically, clumsily, and passively facing the enemy’s charges. Such asymmetrical warfare simply couldn’t continue!

But Yale was also aware of how costly a withdrawal at this time would be. The Barbarians and Half-beastmen would not easily give up this hard-won advantage; they would do everything in their power to hinder his army, forcing his troops to pay a heavy price for each step of contraction. They knew that once they left this complex terrain of slopes, they would have to bid farewell to the good times and face the counterattacks of their own Light Cavalry.

No matter how costly, Yale had only the choice to retreat. Even Gray, a fool, could see that continuing such a fight would only result in unbearably painful losses. The enemy was precisely hoping for the war to continue. He quickly overlooked the protests of the knight leaders and agreed to Yale’s decision to retreat.

When the Attica Light Cavalry received the order to withdraw on their own, they felt immensely relieved. At this point, they could no longer care about any coordinated sync; as long as they could escape from those crazy Barbarians and Half-beastmen, any method was not excessive. Like a dam collapsed by the tide, they dispersed like a mudslide, each frantically sprinting along their own chosen paths to escape.

Baoling coldly observed the signals from behind the Attican lines through the Mirror of Thousand Miles. The Black Flag had already waved three times; the ambushing force of six thousand had reached the predetermined position. It was now time to counterattack. He had to admit he also had some misjudgments; the appearance of those three thousand Heavy Armored Cavalry, which had not yet been committed to the fight, posed a significant threat. The tenacity of the Atticans was also unexpectedly strong. Despite beginning to retreat, they still maintained a certain level of counter-attack capability, especially after leaving the lowlands behind, they would be able to quickly regain their combat strength.

At least they had to defend this line of victory desperately until their comrades could catch up with the retreating Light Cavalry.

Yale immediately realized the severity of the problem; there was no point in investigating how the six thousand Barbarian Soldiers had managed to set up the ambush. The only thing necessary now was to break through the defense line behind them. Only by tearing through this line could they win a chance of retreat for the Light Cavalry, who had just been exhausted from the entanglement. Otherwise, everyone would only get trapped here, gradually annihilated in this quagmire.

The nearly naked Barbarians and Half-beastmen together formed a semicircular enclosure. In order to minimize weight and maximize marching speed, nearly all the soldiers had discarded any superfluous supplies, including their heavy armor—except for indispensable weapons, these soldiers faced the fully armed Attica Heavy Armored Cavalry half-naked.

"Berserker Line Up! Squat down, set spears, hold shields!"

"Half-beastman Formation, ready the Javelins!"

Facing the onrushing Heavy Armored Cavalry, both Barbarian and Half-beastman commanders remained calm and composed. Although they knew such a collision would be extremely brutal, this was their mission, their fate at this moment; to prove themselves, they needed this war.

This moment, Baoling was equally anxious. The enemy was retreating rapidly, almost turning their heads to flee without hesitation, and the opponent’s Heavy Armored Cavalry had already launched their attack. After covering tens of miles and shedding much of their heavy armor, the six thousand soldiers faced three thousand rested Heavy Armored Cavalry—a clash with no chance of victory. If they were to forcibly resist, perhaps the losses would be even greater.

"Order them to let the Heavy Armored Cavalry go, block the Light Armor Cavalry!"

"Sir? We Half-beastmen are not afraid of sacrifices, please proceed as planned!"

"Sir, please believe in the courage and blood of us Mountain people, we will not retreat!"

’It is unnecessary. I have no need to pursue a so-called perfect ending at the expense of more warriors. This battle has already chronicled the courage of our Mountain people and Half-beastmen warriors; we do not need those needless sacrifices to prove it. Alright, proceed with the orders. After this battle, it will be our time to reap the fruits of victory. Three thousand Heavy Armored Cavalry cannot change their fate; Cartin will surely be ours, Nicosia too shall be united!"

Baoling was resolute in rejecting his subordinates’ pleas for orders. (To be continued, for more information please visit www.qidian.com; more Chapters, support the author, support Authorized Reading!)