The Knight Order Commander looked at the knights remaining beside him. Only a little over eighty were his own knights; the rest had either died shielding him from blades or charged into the enemy ranks to save him.
Still, the mission was half complete. The enemy's Magic Energy Cannons had not fired.
It was two in the afternoon. The battle had begun at eleven in the morning and had already lasted more than three hours.
As the second-line troops entered the fray, another fierce slaughter began.
This time, Draide committed two battalions from the Sixth Battalion. The soldiers coordinated seamlessly, driving the Northern Army soldiers back again and again. It often took ten to fifteen Northern Army soldiers to bring down a single Sixth Battalion soldier.
The center of the battlefield was like a mill of flesh and blood, relentlessly grinding away the lives of soldiers on both sides.
Sinos finally made up his mind and sent his Direct Lineage troops into battle. Otherwise, his forces could easily collapse.
The two sides were like players in a game of chess, continuously throwing new pieces onto the board and into the war.
Gradually, the sun sank westward and the sky darkened. Both sides tacitly began withdrawing their troops, having the soldiers who had not fought hand their weapons to their comrades and go forward to collect the bodies.
This was the order of the battlefield, one both sides silently observed.
More than ten thousand corpses lay scattered across the field. Blood dyed the streams red, drawing many magical beasts that had been watching from the mountains and forests. Devouring the corpses would surely increase their strength, but with humans nearby, they could only drool and dare not approach.
Within the camp, more than two thousand wounded soldiers were carefully tended to.