Time passed second by second, and more and more people fell on the battlefield. The numerous Noble Allied Forces had unexpectedly fallen into an awkward disadvantage.
"Tom, pass down the order: the First, Second, and Third Regiments will remain in place to guard the provisions and supplies. The Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Regiments will flank from the left, while the Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Regiments will flank from the right and cut off the enemy's retreat. The Tenth Regiment will reinforce from the front."
Hudson gave the order decisively.
At this moment, both sides were locked in fierce battle. Only he, who remained half-detached from the battlefield, could command the remaining troops.
Fortunately, everyone had been busy traveling and had not rushed to reclaim command. The officers among the serf soldiers were all Hudson's trusted men whom he had promoted, so they could carry out his orders.
The human-wave tactic was put on display once more. Three layers within and three layers without, all were their own people. The allied forces, originally at a disadvantage, instantly had their morale boosted.
Soldiers gave heroes courage. With a bunch of underlings around him, Hudson's nerve grew as well. Although these serf soldiers had worrying combat strength, they could still slow the enemy down.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Hudson, moving along the edge of the battlefield, continued harvesting heads. Now he no longer had to worry about anyone noticing he was slacking off. Though he had not directly joined the melee, his kill count was absolutely the highest in the allied forces.
With a sevenfold advantage in numbers, if they still lost this battle, they might as well stop showing their faces among the nobility.
Facing the Fifth Army's all-out assault, the surrounded "Rebel Army" finally experienced what it meant to be overwhelmed. Watching their comrades fall one after another, it was impossible not to feel psychological pressure.
Seeing the situation reverse, the "Holy Son" commanding the Rebel Army also realized that he had been rash in blindly ordering a counterattack.
He was helpless about this outcome as well. Who could have known that the noble private army blocking the road to rob them would be so shameless? Not only had they hidden master archers among their ranks, they had also concealed a large number of troops in ambush, waiting for them to take the bait.
There was not the slightest trace of knightly spirit in this!
Unfortunately, protesting was useless. No one had expected a minor robbery to turn into this sort of situation.
Even with all eight hundred of the Fifth Army's main force deployed, they still could not defeat five hundred rebels. Naturally, they could only rely on human-wave tactics. They could not possibly let the war end in defeat for the sake of knightly spirit, could they?
When facing rebels, no one dared speak of knightly spirit. The tragic fate of the nobles from White and Layton Counties had long served as a warning to everyone.
Although no one said anything about Hudson promptly dispatching reinforcements, they absolutely supported it wholeheartedly.
A truly rigid-minded knight would never have done something like robbery. From the moment the robbery force was established, the Fifth Army had lost its knightly spirit.
"First Squad and Second Squad, follow me and clear a path. Third Squad and Fourth Squad, cover the rear and hold back the enemy. Fifth Squad, break out with the Earth Bear!"
The Skull Society's "Holy Son" hurriedly gave the order.
All other supplies could be abandoned, but the Earth Bear, the vessel meant to welcome the Evil God's descent, could not be lost. Without this Earth Bear, the Skull Society's Centennial Grand Sacrifice would have been in vain.
Compared to magical beasts, human bodies were simply too fragile. Even if they were forcibly used as vessels, they could not bear much power.
Without sufficient power, how could they reverse the battlefield situation? Not to mention bringing chaos to the Aslant Continent.
The enemy trying to flee was undoubtedly good news for Hudson. Sneaking attacks from behind was far easier than shooting them from the front.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The sound of arrows flying rang out again, like a melody of death. Every note took a life, filled with a captivating artistry of death.
Before the path-clearing squad could carve out a bloody route, the "Rebel Army" cavalry covering the rear had already suffered devastating casualties. Looking across the battlefield, fewer than a hundred "Rebel Army" cavalrymen were still fighting.
The Fifth Army was not having an easy time either. Merely by visual estimation, Hudson could tell that their casualties were far greater than the enemy's.
However, the Fifth Army had strength in numbers. Compared to the isolated few dozen enemy cavalrymen, the Fifth Army, which still had several thousand troops, appeared to be in much better shape.
"Stop the enemy! For the glory of the nobility!"
Knight Chels gritted his teeth as he gave the order.
As he spoke, he had already charged forward with his knight's sword raised. The nobles, who had rested briefly, also chased after him at top speed.
They could not let the "Rebel Army" escape. This was everyone's shared thought. It concerned the Fifth Army's honor; this battle had to wipe out the enemy completely.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
This time, Hudson did not shoot people. Instead, he targeted the warhorse of the Skull Society's "Holy Son," who was charging at the front. Struck by several arrows in succession, the tough warhorse continued running for several dozen meters before helplessly collapsing onto the battlefield.
The middle-aged "Holy Son," who had just been slaughtering enemies in all directions, was thrown straight to the ground. The cavalryman following closely behind hurriedly pulled hard on the reins. Had he not reacted quickly enough, he would have nearly been trampled beneath his own cavalryman's horse.
In that moment of hesitation, the infantry that had originally been scattered were driven by the Supervision Team to form another blockade ahead. Before they could launch a second charge, the pursuing troops behind them had also caught up.
Seeing this, the middle-aged "Holy Son," now without his warhorse, instantly turned pale. Forget delivering the Earth Bear into Dadir City—he might very well die here today.
He had struggled for more than half his life and only barely climbed into the Church's middle ranks. Before he could even enjoy it, he had fallen into such a predicament.
Just thinking about it made him unwilling to accept it. Should he reveal his identity? The moment that unreliable thought arose, he decisively crushed it.
The Noble Allied Forces across from them had clearly been truly enraged. They plainly had no intention of letting them leave alive. Under such circumstances, "revealing his identity" would only make him die faster.
In theory, capturing them alive and arguing with the Church would benefit the Alpha Kingdom more. Unfortunately, this group before him were all low-ranking nobles, unqualified to involve themselves in upper-level struggles.
If they did not want to get involved in high-level disputes, the simplest method was undoubtedly to pretend they knew nothing and kill everyone to silence them. As long as this "Rebel Army" cavalry unit was completely wiped out, they could only wear the label of rebels forever.
No matter what the other nobles thought, Hudson, who hated trouble, had already acted first.
Arrows flew with repeated "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds as he constantly competed with his comrades for kills on the battlefield, giving no one any chance to capture the rebels alive.
In less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, only the "Holy Son" remained on the battlefield, stubbornly resisting alone. At that moment, a squad of Dragon Cavalry descended from the sky. Their distinctive holy light insignia made it obvious at a glance that they were from the Church.
Seeing his own people, the Skull Society's "Holy Son" was about to call for help, but what greeted him was a sword strike from the air. A golden sword aura flashed, and the Skull Society's Holy Son was split in two.
"A Gold Tier Dragon Knight!"
After confirming the newcomer's strength, Hudson could not help swallowing. This man was definitely the strongest person he had encountered since crossing over. Such formidable strength was truly enviable.
On the Aslant Continent, strength reigned supreme. Intimidated by the newcomer's power and the Church behind him, everyone tacitly chose to suppress any thoughts of questioning him.
"I am Carlis, commander of the Second Dragon Cavalry Regiment under the Order of Judgment Knights. This time, I represent the Church in investigating the Skull Society's forging of the Blood Moon Horn.
"Your battle just now was quite impressive. I could not resist the itch in my hand and struck out with a sword. Surely you do not mind?"
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