Henry rode back to the formation and said to the stunned Boman and the other nobles, "Why waste words with the Half-Orcs? The sooner we fight, the sooner we rest."
Come on, man? You really didn't treat the Half-Orcs like people at all! Well, they weren't people to begin with... but you still couldn't be this arrogant, could you?
The accompanying bards and court poets immediately began composing. Henry had truly opened their eyes. They had never seen such a fierce noble before, especially on a battlefield against Half-Orcs.
The Legion Commander of the Third Army looked toward Henry and asked Sebastian, "One of yours? Which officer from the right wing?"
"An Independent Noble, and the Great King's student."
The Legion Commander of the Eleventh Legion waved a hand. "Prepare for battle. We can't speak their language anyway, so there's nothing to talk about."
On the other side, the mass of Half-Orcs was furious. They had not expected the humans to be so arrogant.
Both sides sounded their horns and beat their war drums almost simultaneously. However, the Half-Orcs' side was clearly a chaotic mess, far inferior to the humans, who had all kinds of banners to relay orders.
Large numbers of serfs were driven to the very front. Their job was to help withstand the Half-Orcs' first wave of charges.
Large infantry-and-Bows-and-Crossbows formations advanced slowly. Their enormous depth allowed them to fight independently in units of five hundred.
Countless cavalrymen began moving, their targets the Centaurs and Minotaurs.
War in this world was simply this absurd. Two armies of two hundred thousand men could truly clash head-on in a terrifying spectacle.
"Bain, stay with Philip. Take charge of the New Recruit Squad and keep yourself safe."
"Philip, follow Boman and Fas's troops. Don't leave the main force."
Bain was nervous. Henry's sudden charge earlier had given him quite a scare, and now that Henry was saying this, he was even more worried.
"My lord, what are you going to do?"
Henry looked at a moving group of sixty Centaurs and said, "Hunt."
With a shield on his back, a Greatsword hanging at one side of his waist and a One-Handed Double-Bladed Battle Axe at the other, Henry gripped a Long-handled Crescent Blade and charged straight out of the formation.
Like a ferocious tiger, Henry rushed toward the Centaur group he had set his sights on.
The Centaurs took one look and recognized him. Wasn't this the Horse Bow rider from before who had no sense of honor? They let out meaningless roars and charged at Henry.
The two sides raced toward each other, and the full kilometer between them quickly vanished. The Centaurs had even begun imagining kicking Henry's head around like a ball.
Unfortunately, they had run into Henry.
Henry swung the crescent blade at the nearest Centaur charging him. Its sharp, heavy blade sliced the Centaur cleanly in half at the waist.
That pitiful armor and shield were as fragile as toilet paper!
Henry rapidly swung the crescent blade. With the speed of both sides, he barely needed to exert any force to easily cut through the Centaurs' skin and muscle.
Before the Centaurs could even react, several of them had already fallen.
Blood dyed the ground red, while unrecognizable organs scattered everywhere, filling the air with a thick stench of blood.
Henry's face was flushed red, and his attacks came so quickly that the Centaurs had no way to resist.
After a single pass, the sixty Centaurs had instantly lost a third of their number!
They no longer wanted to kick Henry's head around like a ball. They only wanted to escape! But Henry pursued them relentlessly from behind, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
Like a demon, Henry chased the Centaurs without pause. His long crescent blade kept claiming one Centaur after another, cutting them down one by one.
Unfortunately, horses were still horses. They could not match natural-born cavalry. The Centaurs ultimately escaped back to their formation, and the Half-Orc reinforcements rushing over were getting closer and closer. Henry could only helplessly choose another target.
Henry's actions greatly boosted the Empire's morale. The cavalry specifically assigned to deal with Centaurs were all dumbfounded.
What, had you been training martial arts since you were in the womb?
The three Legion Commanders observing through coastal spyglasses also noticed Henry. Only Sebastian praised him without restraint. After all, Henry belonged to his Seventh Legion, so he could claim at least a little credit.
The other two did not pay much attention. One man killing a Centaur squad and sending them fleeing in panic was indeed a feat worth bragging about for a lifetime, but they were commanders of a major battle. They needed to focus on the army's overall deployment.
Elsewhere, on the right side of the vast battlefield, Henry found seven or eight Gnoll units, totaling around twelve hundred, slaughtering three battalions of Empire soldiers.
With over a thousand enemies, the small number of nearby cavalry did not dare advance. The Empire soldiers caught in the meat grinder could only hold on desperately, since they still had a numerical advantage.
Henry looked around and found only ordinary infantry, a small number of Skilled Infantry, and crossbowmen. This was merely a miscellaneous unit within the legion.
Henry immediately rode nearby, handed his warhorse over to the cavalry, and entered the fight on foot.
The cavalrymen did not dare refuse. Their view was much better than the infantry's, and Henry's bravery earlier had already won them over.
Besides, only nobles were likely to possess such extravagant equipment. Even elite soldiers with high Military Rank would not operate alone.
Henry's Noble Warhorse could not die in a place like this. No matter how thick its barding was, those fearless, bloodthirsty Gnolls could still hack off its legs.
Henry picked up his shield and battle axe, roared, and charged into the battle line. His axe whirled so densely that it was impossible to see through, every strike precise and deadly.
In barely a dozen seconds, five or six Gnolls had their throats slit by Henry.
The battle axe constantly shifted in Henry's hands, slashing horizontally and chopping vertically with the force of a raging storm, leaving the Gnolls utterly unable to resist.
Henry easily dodged every Gnoll attack and swiftly counterattacked. Often, a single shield bash would knock a Gnoll to the ground, turning it into a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Even when some Gnolls ambushed Henry, they could not pierce his armor. At most, they made him stagger before Henry killed them.
As Henry attacked, blood sprayed everywhere, splashing onto the ground and forming pools of vivid red. It made the already bloody battlefield even more horrifying.
Seeing Henry fight so fiercely, the other soldiers were greatly inspired. They voluntarily clustered tightly around him, roaring as they charged at the Gnolls.
For a time, dust billowed across the small battlefield on the right, and the sounds of killing shook the heavens.
The Half-Orc reinforcements immediately broke into a run, wanting to contain the situation here. Many Noble Private Army troops from the Seventh Legion noticed as well and could not resist joining the battle.
Nobles loved military achievements most!
The Gnolls fighting Henry let out terrified roars. They stared in horror at this ferocious human, their hearts filled with fear and despair.
Who the hell was the Half-Orc here!!!
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