The Mighty Dragon Cavalry

As time ticked by, more and more people fell on the battlefield. The numerically superior Noble Allied Forces found themselves in an awkward disadvantage.

"Tom, relay the order: Regiments one, two, and three will hold their positions and guard the provisions. Regiments four, five, and six will flank from the left, and regiments seven, eight, and nine will flank from the right to cut off the enemy's rear. Regiment ten will reinforce the front."

Hudson gave the decisive order.

At this moment, both sides were locked in fierce combat, and only he, semi-detached from the battlefield, could command the remaining troops.

Fortunately, everyone had been busy traveling and hadn't rushed to reclaim command. The officers among the serf soldiers were all Hudson's trusted subordinates, capable of carrying out his orders.

The human wave tactic was employed once more. With layers upon layers of their own men, the allied forces, who had been at a disadvantage, instantly saw their morale surge.

Soldiers gain courage from their comrades. With a group of subordinates by his side, Hudson's boldness grew. Although the combat effectiveness of these serf soldiers was questionable, they could at least slow down the enemy.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Hudson, who had been patrolling the edges of the battlefield, continued to rack up kills. He no longer had to worry about being discovered slacking off. While he wasn't directly participating in the charge, his kill count was undoubtedly the highest among the allied forces.

With a seven-to-one troop advantage, if they still managed to lose this battle, they might as well forget about mingling in noble circles.

Facing the Fifth Army's full-out assault, the besieged "Rebel Army" finally began to feel the strain. Watching their comrades fall one by one, it was impossible not to feel the psychological pressure.

Seeing the tide turn, the "Holy Son," who was commanding the rebel forces, realized that his rash order to counterattack had been a mistake.

He was also quite helpless about the outcome. Who could have predicted that the noble private army blocking their path would be so shameless, not only hiding archers within their ranks but also ambushing them with a large number of troops?

This showed no knightly spirit whatsoever!

Unfortunately, protesting was useless. No one expected a simple act of robbery to escalate into the current situation.

It was natural that the Fifth Army, with its eight hundred main forces unable to defeat five hundred rebels, could only rely on a human wave tactic. They couldn't possibly allow the war to be lost due to knightly spirit, could they?

No one dared to speak of knightly spirit when facing the rebel army. The tragic fate of the nobles from White and Leighton counties had already served as a stark warning to everyone.

Although they didn't say anything aloud, everyone inwardly supported Hudson's timely dispatch of reinforcements with all their hearts.

A truly rigid knight wouldn't have resorted to robbery. From the moment the robbery squad was formed, the Fifth Army had lost its knightly spirit.

"Squads one and two, clear the path with me. Squads three and four will cover the rear and hold off the enemy. Squad five will escort the Earth Bear and break through!"

The Skeleton "Holy Son" hastily issued his orders.

Other supplies could be abandoned, but the Earth Bear, the vessel for the evil god's descent, could not be lost. Without this Earth Bear, the Skull Society's centennial grand sacrifice would be in vain.

Compared to magical beasts, the human body was simply too fragile. Even if used as a vessel by force, it couldn't bear much power.

Without sufficient power, how could they reverse the tide of the battlefield? Let alone sow chaos across the Aslant Continent?

For Hudson, the enemy's attempt to escape was undoubtedly a good thing. A surprise attack from behind was much simpler than shooting them from the front.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sound of arrows flying once again echoed, like a deathly melody, each note claiming a life, filled with the captivating art of death.

Before the vanguard could carve a bloody path, the "Rebel Cavalry" covering the rear had already been decimated. Across the entire battlefield, fewer than a hundred "Rebel" cavalrymen remained in combat.

The Fifth Army was also suffering. Hudson could tell at a glance that their casualties were far greater than the enemy's.

However, the Fifth Army was numerous. Compared to the mere dozens of enemy cavalry, the Fifth Army, with its thousands of soldiers, still appeared to be in a much better situation.

"Quick, stop the enemy! For the honor of the nobles!"

Knight Chels gritted his teeth and ordered.

As he spoke, he brandished his knight sword and charged forward. The nobles, who had briefly rested, also followed suit at the fastest possible speed.

They couldn't let the "Rebels" escape; this was the common thought. It was a matter of the Fifth Army's reputation, and this battle had to end with the complete annihilation of the enemy.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

This time, Hudson didn't aim for people; instead, he targeted the warhorse of the Skeleton "Holy Son," who was at the forefront. After being hit by several arrows, the resilient warhorse, after galloping another few dozen meters, reluctantly fell on the battlefield.

The middle-aged "Holy Son," who had been dominating the battlefield moments ago, was thrown to the ground. The cavalry following closely behind hastily pulled back on their reins. If not for his quick reaction, he would have been trampled by his own cavalry's horses.

A moment's hesitation, and the infantry, which had been scattered, was driven back to the front by the supervision team. Before a second charge could be launched, the pursuers from behind had already caught up.

Seeing this, the middle-aged "Holy Son," who had lost his warhorse, instantly turned pale. Let alone delivering the Earth Bear into Dadir City, he might not even make it out of here alive today.

He had worked hard for most of his life and had finally reached the middle ranks of the Holy See, only to fall into such a predicament before he could even enjoy it.

It felt so unfair. Should he reveal his identity? The unreliable thought had just surfaced when he decisively extinguished it.

The Noble Allied Forces on the other side were clearly enraged and had no intention of letting them leave alive. In such a situation, "revealing his identity" would only lead to a quicker death.

Theoretically, capturing them and haggling with the Holy See would be more beneficial to the Alpha Kingdom. Unfortunately, the nobles present were all from the lower echelons and were not qualified to be involved in upper-level disputes.

The simplest way to avoid getting involved in high-level conflicts was undoubtedly to pretend ignorance and proceed with the killing. As long as this unit of "Rebel" cavalry was annihilated, they would forever be branded as rebels.

Regardless of what other nobles thought, Hudson, who disliked trouble, had already made his move.

The whistling of arrows, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," continued to fly across the battlefield, as he competed with his comrades for kills, leaving no opportunity for them to capture the rebels alive.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, only the "Holy Son" remained on the battlefield, stubbornly resisting alone. At this moment, a squadron of Dragon Cavalry descended from the sky. The unique holy light emblem clearly indicated they were from the Holy See.

Seeing his own people, the Skeleton "Holy Son" was about to call for help, but instead, he was met with a sword strike from mid-air. A flash of golden sword energy, and the Skeleton Holy Son was split in two.

"A Gold Tier Dragon Cavalryman!"

Confirming the newcomer's strength, Hudson couldn't help but swallow. This person was undoubtedly the strongest individual he had encountered since his transmigration. Such formidable power was truly enviable.

The Aslant Continent respected strength. Intimidated by the newcomer's power and the Holy See he represented, everyone tacitly chose to suppress their questions.

"I am Carlis, the commander of the Second Dragon Cavalry Regiment under the Order of Judgment Knights. I am here on behalf of the Holy See to investigate the Skull Society's forgery of the Blood Moon Horn.

I couldn't resist the urge to swing my sword when I saw your spectacular battle just now. I trust you won't mind?"