Cavalry Clash with Cheats

In a melee involving tens of thousands of people, the power of an individual is insignificant.

Seeing the chaotic Beastfolk horde charging towards him, Hudson put away his bow and arrows.

Having achieved his goal of demoralizing the enemy, this group of cannon fodder was not worth wasting his Arrow Feathers.

As the enemy continued to approach, Hudson secretly regretted not having any ranged weapons. Otherwise, given the chaotic state of the Beastfolk army, he could have easily wiped out a large number of them.

"A squad of archers, prepare to fire!"

"Second squad of archers, prepare to fire!"

"Spear throwers, prepare! Fire!"

Hudson watched his officers direct the battle from the sidelines, seemingly an outsider.

At this moment, his gaze was no longer on the group of small fry in front of him, but on how to eliminate the Werewolf Cavalry behind him.

The rain of arrows failed to halt the Beastfolk's advance. The chaotic charge had a thousand disadvantages, but one thing was certain—the soldiers in front could not retreat.

Behind them were not only comrades-in-arms, but also sharp blades. Even standing still could result in being accidentally wounded, let alone turning around and running away.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, we can only charge forward relentlessly.

In an instant, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

The well-organized military formation displayed extraordinary power at this moment.

The Heavy Infantry, perfectly aligned, appeared at the front of the formation, advancing steadily step by step, while the archers behind them continued to hurl arrows.

Their overall coordination is still a bit immature. However, it's enough to handle a rabble of Beastfolk.

The position continued to advance, and it was clear that the Laite County Legion had the upper hand in this engagement.

The banners of the Beastfolk army gradually appeared on the horizon. Watching his own army retreat step by step, the old man riding on the giant wolf cursed inwardly as a piece of trash.

Realizing that his cannon fodder was of little use, the old man coldly gave the order:

"Pass down the order to mobilize the Supervision Team. Anyone who retreats will be killed without exception!"

Savarus, you lead a thousand wolf riders to attack from the enemy's left flank.

Gneland, you lead a thousand wolf riders to attack from the enemy's right flank.

Brando, you lead a thousand wolf riders to flank the enemy and launch an attack from behind.

If enemy cavalry are found blocking the way, it is imperative to entangle them and buy time for the main army to launch a siege.

..."

They dispatched three thousand light cavalry in one go, seemingly to launch a strong attack on the army formation, but their real target was the cavalry that was roaming outside the formation.

Seeing this, Hudson smiled slightly. The reason he didn't flank the enemy and outflank them was because he was worried about this Wolf Riders.

Unexpectedly, the opposing commander had such a big appetite, splitting his forces to try and swallow him whole.

Seeing two groups of Wolf Riders heading left and one Wolf Riders heading right, and as the enemy drew near, Hudson gave the order without hesitation:

"Cavalry, charge! Follow me and intercept the enemy on the right flank!"

In an instant, the distance between the two cavalry units closed to three hundred meters. Hudson didn't foolishly continue his charge; instead, he took out his bow, nocked an arrow, and fired.

Amidst the whooshing sounds of Arrow Feathers the air, several war wolves at the forefront were struck by arrows and tumbled to the ground.

Caught off guard, the Wolf Riders behind them also crashed into it. In the chain reaction, more than a dozen wolf riders overturned in an instant.

The Wolf Riders, who were dazed and confused from the fall, had no time to catch their breath before being mercilessly trampled by their comrades.

"Go around..."

The enemy general had just opened his mouth to give orders, but before he could even issue them, he was killed by an arrow.

There was nothing we could do; this guy was just too stupid to dare enter Hudson's firing range.

With Hudson's example set, as the distance between the two sides closed further, the officers and soldiers behind him, skilled in horsemanship and archery, began to follow suit.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of wolf riders would lose their lives.

The Wolf Riders, realizing what was happening, turned around and bypassed their fallen comrades, launching a flanking attack.

Hudson was slightly taken aback when he saw that there had been no complete rout.

Despite suffering such heavy casualties and even killing the enemy commander, the troops did not collapse.

However, this was a minor issue. While it seemed to prevent trampling of the scattered Wolf Riders, it also disrupted their charging formation.

"Beldens, cast Gravity Spell on the enemy wolf riders ahead!"

The bear's eyes darted around, and a massive wolf-fighting incident erupted instantly. Dozens of war wolves charging at the front suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Many of the wolf riders had Arrow Feathers stuck in their bodies; if you didn't look closely, you might think they were following in the footsteps of the previous ones.

Only Hudson heard a cracking sound and understood what was happening.

It turns out that Beldens's Gravity Spell didn't target the entire wolf rider, but only affected one of their front legs.

Even a wolf that stumbles will fall.

Even a temporary leg cramp can lead to a fracture if you roll over while running at high speed.

Upon seeing this, Hudson decisively ordered, "Kill!"

The originally planned cavalry battle turned into a cavalry-on-infantry duel after the "wolf" stumbled. These were infantrymen without armor.

The once fierce wolf warriors were either killed or wounded, and could only struggle in place.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Wolf Riders could no longer hold back and turned to flee, exposing their backs to the rain of arrows.

A thousand-man cavalry unit was completely destroyed in a single charge.

The Wolf Riders were preparing to come as reinforcements were also greatly shocked.

"Human elites, absolutely human elites!"

Aside from the most elite human warriors, it's simply impossible to wipe out a thousand-man wolf rider unit so quickly.

Ignoring the two thousand wolf riders who were circling around the army formation, Hudson's target was now the enemy camp.

Just as the battle was raging, the enemy commander led the remaining cavalry and charged towards them.

Seeing his own cavalry routed too quickly, he hesitated and unconsciously slowed down.

"Follow me into battle and capture the enemy commander alive!"

Hudson immediately gave the order.

Victory came too easily, and the fake elite troops instantly became the real elite troops.

A single charge wiped out a thousand-strong wolf rider unit, and the morale of the troops reached its peak at that moment.

The idea that Beastfolk were nothing special had now been implanted in their minds.

This mental transformation manifests in actions as everyone becoming more confident.

"Beldens, find a way to take down their command flag for me later."

Seeing the human alliance launch a counter-charge, the old man leading the Wolf Riders forward was immediately annoyed.

If he had known the enemy was so formidable, he wouldn't have blindly divided his forces.

They lost a thousand-man squad, and two more thousand-man squads are still running in circles around the enemy camp, so now they only have two thousand wolf riders available.

Can these two thousand Wolf Riders hold off the enemy until another two thousand wolf riders arrive as reinforcements?

The old man had absolutely no idea what to expect. After all, they were just an ordinary wolf tribe, and most of them were ordinary werewolves.

The Silvermoon Wolf Tribe Clan makes up less than one-tenth of the entire team.

If it were a super elite force composed of the Silvermoon Wolf Tribe, he would not hesitate to face elite human cavalry.

Retreat doesn't seem to be an option either. Judging from the current situation on the battlefield, if he dares to turn his troops around, it will immediately turn into a major rout.

This trip is on a mission, not just a casual outing. If he abandons his army and runs away, the imperial court will certainly not forgive him.

Thinking of this, the old man was on the verge of tears.

Wasn't it supposed to be that the elite human forces were all in the fortresses and strongholds on the front lines?

He'd barely made it over the city wall when he ran right into a brick wall. Who could he complain to now?

Gritting his teeth, the old man hardened his heart and ordered, "Kill!"

The dignity of the Silvermoon Wolf Tribe wouldn't allow him to flee without a fight. Rather than return to face military punishment, he'd rather fight to the bitter end.

If we can stall until the two thousand wolf riders we sent out return, with a four-fold numerical advantage, even the most elite human cavalry will be able to fight them.

As the magic flare soared into the sky, the Moxi Army, which had been lying in ambush a mile away, instantly stood up from the wheat field.

Although the second-generation heirs are not very capable, they are quite bold, especially when they are winning.

At such a short distance, with the aid of magical equipment, nothing that happened on the battlefield escaped their notice.

The specific details are unclear, but the Laite County Legion is currently overwhelming the Beastfolk army.

The victories achieved by the cavalry personally led by Hudson further boosted their confidence.

Rackel pulled out the straw covering his warhorse, leaped onto his horse, raised his arm, and shouted the order:

"All troops, attack! Let Beastfolk sons of bitches know that we Moxi people are not to be trifled with!"

After speaking, he immediately mounted his horse and appeared at the front of the group, leading the entire army to set off.

The belatedly aware second-generation descendants also followed suit.

Opportunities to beat a dog when it's down are rare.

If you miss this opportunity to make a name for yourself, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

Given their background and status, fighting two such wars would easily secure them a wealthy fiefdom.

The sudden appearance of the human army made the already disadvantaged Beastfolk army even more fearful.

The old man who was commanding the battle was so angry that his beard stood on end.

He had long known that this rabble was unreliable, but he never expected them to be this unreliable, not even knowing that a large human army was lurking nearby.

This is an unpleasant misunderstanding. How could it be completely secret that an army is lurking at such a short distance?

Unfortunately, the Beastfolk were a diverse group with many internal conflicts. Furthermore, the battle broke out so suddenly that Beastfolk soldiers who sensed something was wrong were sent to the battlefield before they could report it.

They were all sent on missions to their deaths, so they simply stopped reporting it.

The old man was betrayed by his own family, and it was too late for him to regret it.

Arrow Feathers through the air relentlessly claimed the lives of the Wolf Riders, a testament to how close the distance between the two sides had become.

"Smack!"

With a loud crash, the commander's flag behind him toppled over. Had the old man not reacted quickly, he would have been struck by his own flag.

The old man dodged it, but the guard in front of him wasn't so lucky; he and the wolf were smashed into mincemeat.

Under normal circumstances, a commander's flag would never have such power.

"A skilled enemy has attacked our camp!"

Realizing this, the old man's hair stood on end.

In terms of strength, he was no less than an average human Earth Knight. Yet, even so, it was still unknown who had made the move.

Fortunately, the enemy was targeting the commander's flag. If the target of the sneak attack had been himself, his fate would probably not have been much better than that of the commander's flag.

Thinking about this, the old man cursed himself for being foolish.

How could you encounter the elite of the human race without any skilled companions?

His string of victories led him to mistakenly believe that the human race was nothing special. He completely overlooked the fact that the overlords of the Aslant Continent were the seemingly insignificant human race.

He hadn't even figured out the enemy's strength before leading his army to attack. Now he wanted to slap himself in the face.

There's no use saying anything now; once the fighting begins, there's no way to retreat.

For some reason, the frequency of "wolves" stumbling is unusually high.

In a single, head-on cavalry charge, hundreds of wolf riders were permanently killed on the battlefield after their wolves stumbled and fell.

Without time to compare the casualties on both sides, and only looking at his own remaining troops, the old man immediately gave the order:

"Let's go, let's go and rejoin the team!"

Hudson, who had just turned his horse around, saw that the enemy had already fled, and his expression immediately became serious.

The great advantage we just gained wasn't due to the formidable fighting power of our own cavalry, but mainly because of Beldens's secret assistance.

First, they broke the enemy's command flag, and then they constantly ambushed the enemy's cavalry, which led to their impressive achievements.

If these remaining thousand-odd cavalrymen were to join the other two thousand-man squads, the subsequent battles would be much more difficult.

Even if we win against an enemy with overwhelming numerical superiority, the losses will be considerable.

At least in the previous charge, dozens of cavalrymen fell from their horses, and their fates are now unknown.

"The enemy has fled!"

No one knows who shouted that, but the situation on the battlefield changed drastically in an instant.

Unable to find their own banner, the Beastfolk infantry only saw their cavalry being chased and killed, and their already crumbling morale completely collapsed.

The Supervision Team was powerless in the face of soldiers from various ethnic groups fleeing in panic.

In their desperate attempt to escape, the Beastfolk turned their blades on the intercepting Supervision Team, carving a bloody path through their rear.

The defeat was swift and decisive. Realizing that the old man's defeat was inevitable, he regrouped his cavalry and, without even seeking revenge against Hudson, simply turned tail and fled.

Unfortunately, they were not very lucky and happened to run into the Moxi Army, who came to beat them up when they were down.

Normally, if so many cavalrymen charged at us, even if we didn't drop our weapons and run away, we would be trembling with fear.

But this time was different. The second generation, eager to make a name for themselves, rose up and led their army and wolf cavalry to meet them head-on.

The poorly formed military formation was doomed to fail when it encountered the wolf cavalry. They were quickly overrun and suffered heavy losses.

The heavy casualties did not deter the Moxi people.

Driven by hatred and a desire for glory, the second generation once again organized an army to stand in front of the Wolf Riders.

After all, it was an army of tens of thousands of people. Given their great victory, how could they be so easily defeated?

Arrow Feathers, short spears, and flying hammers rained down on the Wolf Riders, and for a moment the two sides were evenly matched.

After a brief delay, Hudson's team appeared behind them, and a battle of annihilation began.