"We had a chance to defeat him. As long as we pretended to run out of supplies and retreated, Alonso would be forced to chase after us. Or he could abandon the city and retreat to the south. As long as we lured him away from Blackstone Castle, we could send more troops to cut off his escape route. The main force would then launch a counterattack and we would have the advantage in numbers. Even if the Derman had magic crystal cannons, they wouldn't be a match for us. We would definitely win this battle. Unfortunately, we were tricked by his bait and didn't seize the opportunity. "
King Gravel's face turned pale. After a while, he grumbled, "But you didn't mention this plan at the time."
Seru Khan was speechless. In fact, he had only thought of this plan later, but it was too late. He didn't understand Alonso's true intentions at first, but he slowly understood later.
Neither of them spoke, and the tent was silent. After a while, King Gravel said in a hoarse voice, "Then what should we do now? Should we retreat to lure him out? "
Seru Khan shook his head. "It's too late now. We don't have the advantage in numbers, and our morale is low. We also have so many injured soldiers. We don't have the advantage, and our fireballs are almost used up. The Derman's crossbows are basically unused. Even if we fight, we might not be a match for them. Now, we can only retreat while he's unprepared."
At this moment, they suddenly felt the ground shake, and the silver water bottle on the table fell to the ground. They couldn't help but look at each other. Then, a soldier stumbled into the tent with an urgent report.
"Your Highness, it's … it's not good. The Derman's cavalry is here."
If the Northland army had been stationed in the south of the city, Alonso might have hesitated. After all, the Northland army still had more than half of their troops. In addition, the south of the city was covered in mountains and forests. The Derman's army wouldn't have the upper hand. However, the north of the city was different.
There was no forest in the north of the city anymore. Instead, it was a vast expanse of open land. That was why Alonso decided to ambush Norland's army. He could not let them retreat. In order to achieve his strategy, he had to wipe out Norland's army.
On the open ground, the Delman Cavalry covered the sky and charged forward. Their hooves stomped on the ground, causing dust to fly into the air. It was as if a sandstorm was sweeping towards the Norslan camp.
The Northland soldiers had just returned to their barracks tiredly and had not eaten dinner yet. Some of them were treating their wounds while others were lying down to sleep. No one would have thought that the Derman army would suddenly attack them right after the end of the war. Generally speaking, even if the war continued, they should have attacked them when they retreated and not now.
The alarm bells in the Northland barracks rang. Clang! ' The sound was ear-piercing. The barracks were in chaos. The wounded soldiers screamed, cried, and begged their comrades to take them away.
At this moment, Lord Horf and his two sons ran out of the barracks. They were so shocked that their faces changed. The Derman cavalry was only three Dermans away from their barracks. The murderous aura almost suffocated them. Lord Horf's second son, Ackermann, was so scared that he trembled and could not say a word.
"Quick! Use the catapults to attack! "
"Lord Horf, the catapults are under repair. They can't be used."
"Bastards! Then use bows and crossbows. Pass down my order. Archers, rush to the barracks to stop them. Get on your horses and prepare for battle! "Lord Horf roared.
The order was passed down, and thousands of archers rushed to the front of the camp. At this moment, the Delman Army cavalry charged forward like a raging tide, moving as fast as lightning. They were less than a mile away from the Norslan camp. Their black empire armor shone coldly under the sunlight, and the densely packed spears were like a forest. The sound of their hooves was like thunder on the ground. A single cavalry charging forward would be impressive, and a hundred cavalry charging forward would be terrifying. However, now that the cavalry was charging across the vast expanse of land, they were like a herd of wild bulls in the future, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
When there were only three hundred steps left, the panicked Northland army began to shoot. Thousands of arrows formed a net in the air. The Derman raised their shields and waved their spears with one hand. Their battle cries shook the sky. Countless Derman horses were shot down by the arrows, and there were also Derman cavalrymen who were shot and fell off their horses. However, the Derman cavalry had only fired one volley before they were right in front of them. The archers didn't even have the chance to turn around and escape. In a split second, the vast army of Northland cavalrymen charged into the Northland archers like a raging storm. They charged into the enemy's formation and swept the Northland archers under the hooves of the horses. Their swords cut off their necks, and their spears pierced their chests. They slaughtered and destroyed everything in their path.
Then, with a loud bang, the Derman cavalry and the Northland cavalrymen who hadn't fully formed their formation collided violently. The two armies engaged in a fierce battle. No one cared about the injured soldiers as they couldn't participate in the battle. They scattered in all directions, each trying to find a way to survive.
The Derman cavalrymen were all burly and strong. They were like two iron fists on the left and right of the Northland army. They were responsible for cutting the Northland army into chaos.
The Derman army's morale was greatly boosted. The drumbeats were like thunder, encouraging the Derman army to fight bravely. Although they only had half of the enemy's forces, they were able to force the Northland army to retreat. Lord Horf commanded the Northland cavalrymen to fight to the death with the Derman army. Under Horf's powerful command, the Northland cavalrymen gradually stabilized their formation and engaged in a bloody battle with the Derman army.
This battle lasted from the afternoon until late at night. The battlefield had shifted to the north. At this point, the Northland cavalrymen had been reduced to a few thousand, while the Derman army had suffered several thousand casualties. Their casualties were close to half. Normally, an army would retreat after losing thirty percent of its soldiers. If they lost fifty percent of their soldiers, they would be defeated. However, the two armies today had broken this rule. They knew very well who would be defeated and who would persevere to the end would be the victor. This concept was deeply ingrained in the hearts of every officer and soldier. Regardless of whether it was the Derman or the Northland, neither of them dared to retreat. They gave it their all and fought to the death.
This battle was so fierce that even the Derman's commander-in-chief, Alonso, was shot in the left shoulder by an enemy arrow. Blood gushed out of his wound. He bandaged it and refused to retreat. He knew that if he did, it would greatly affect the morale of the Derman army. As long as he was there, he would be able to motivate the Derman army to fight to the end. Commander-In-Chief Alonso's adjutant was also shot dead by Ackermann's brother, Patrick. He chopped off his head with his own hands. However, at the same time, his stomach was pierced by a Derman spear. His intestines flowed out and he fainted. He was rescued by his bodyguards.
Ackermann witnessed all of this with his own eyes. He almost went crazy.
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