Ironvine Territory (Forty-Two)

"Just as Viscount Victor said, our plan has been implemented quite smoothly. We have gained the upper hand in this battle, and even if we don't achieve the desired results, it won't be a problem."

Anyway, war is decided by swords, and I'd like to give that guy Rusa a good talking to."

Viscount Ferry agreed with Victor's words.

Seeing that both Victor and Viscount Ferry were so confident, Lenster put aside his own worries.

On the high ground in front of the central camp, Rusa observed his troops launching an attack.

"The enemy did their homework very well and didn't reveal too many flaws."

One of his subordinates said, "Governor, should I take some troops to support the front lines? There's only one regiment there; isn't that too weak?"

Unexpectedly, Rusa still refused him. "Don't move yet, let me take another look."

"This tortoise shell is clearly related to that guy Ferry. It's definitely not going to be easy to deal with. Let's see what Ferry and you guys are up to."

After this period of investigation, Rusa found no trace of traps within the Yalori Valley and gradually ruled out the theory that Ironvine Territory would use water attacks.

But he still had a premonition that Ironvine Territory had definitely set some kind of trap inside the Yalori Valley.

"I have plenty of patience, Ferry, but I don't know how long you can endure it."

A fierce battle is raging on the left flank of the camp. The Allied Army's rattan armor troops are pouring up the camp walls in large numbers. Even though the defenders inside the camp are doing their best to hold them off, some of the original gaps are inevitably being breached.

The commander here is Knight Yellen, who is currently directing his troops with a solemn expression.

An officer suggested to Yellen, "Sir Yellen, several sections of the wall have been breached. The enemy is charging too aggressively, disregarding casualties. Let my regiment go and provide support, otherwise the enemy will break into the camp."

Yellen did not reply to him, but instead continued to observe the enemy forces.

He hadn't expected the left-wing Allied Army to be so reckless, sending three regiments to attack their lines in shifts from the very beginning. In particular, they kept driving their Serf Soldiers to charge, and even though they suffered heavy casualties, they did not retreat.

After a while, Yellen finally had a meeting. He pointed directly to the front of the camp and said, "You take a large force here. The enemy's oversight team is already quite far ahead."

If you leave the camp from here, you can attack them from the flank. You must find a way to defeat them.

"As long as there are no supervising teams, their Serf Soldiers at the front will definitely retreat on their own."

The regimental Regimental Commander looked in the direction Yellen pointed, and after understanding the task Yellen had assigned him, he quickly nodded in agreement and left to mobilize his troops.

Yellen remained in place to observe.

Soon the Regimental Commander arrived at the designated position with a battalion of soldiers, rushed out of the camp, and launched an attack from the flank.

The Allied Army's oversight teams didn't spot them at first, only noticing them when they were right in front of them, but by then it was too late.

To facilitate supervision of the Serf Soldiers at the front, the Allied Army's supervisory teams deployed them in a loose, horizontal formation. By the time they saw the defenders launch an attack, it was too late to change formation.

Meanwhile, the defending War Department, led by their commander, launched two volleys of fire. Although the two volleys did not cause any damage to the supervising troops, who were all wearing heavy armor, they successfully delayed their formation shift.

When the two forces clashed, the supervising team still met the enemy in a loose, horizontal formation, and was immediately split into two parts.

The regimental Regimental Commander under Yellen, perhaps having been cooped up in the camp for too long, charged straight into the enemy lines after breaking through, giving the Allied Army overseers no chance to retreat.

Combined with the numerical superiority of the attacking forces, the supervisory team was quickly routed. In Yellen's eyes, the Allied Army's supervisory team was melted down by her own troops at an extremely fast pace.

He nodded in satisfaction, and then the Regimental Commander carried out his subsequent orders swiftly. After defeating the supervising team, he did not linger in the battle, but directly withdrew from the battlefield and led his troops back the way they came.

Soon, the Serf Soldiers besieging the Yellen noticed the changes behind them. When they discovered that the supervisory team had disappeared, the enemy troops immediately gave them a way out.

At this point, the serf troops did not hesitate at all and abandoned the battle, and began to flee frantically. After all, their casualties were already very high. Seeing their comrades dying one after another, the Serf Soldiers with weak wills would probably have collapsed long ago if it weren't for the supervising team.

At this point, the Allied Army left flank also noticed the changes at the front. Their own supervisory team had been completely wiped out, but there was no time to send out a new supervisory team. They could only watch helplessly as the offensive at the front completely collapsed.

As the Serf Soldiers retreated, the few non- Serf Soldiers were also forced to abandon their offensive, having used the Serf Soldiers as cover to breach the weak points in the camp.

Under the cover of the Serf Soldiers, they had already achieved some results, after all, Yellen only deployed 3 battalions on the front line to deal with an enemy force three times their size.

If it weren't for the terrain of the camp, the Allied Army forces would probably have breached the camp's defenses long ago.

By the time the Regimental Commander returned to Yellen to report, Yellen had already ordered the frontline troops to reinforce the camp walls that had been breached earlier.

"Lord Yellen, it seems the enemy hasn't launched another attack after being repelled."

"It's still unclear. They might be gathering up the scattered troops. What are your unit's casualties like?"

The Regimental Commander replied excitedly, "Very few. More than thirty people died, and including the wounded, there were only about a hundred. Most of them were injured from falling down the slope during the charge, and they were mostly minor injuries."

Yellen nodded. "From now on, you'll lead your battalion to participate in the camp's defense. After all, your troops have already been exposed, so there's no need to continue hiding."

"Okay, I understand."

Just as the two were talking, a change suddenly occurred on the battlefield: troops from the left flank of the allied Allied Army were coming out to attack.

Yellen and the Regimental Commander turned to look in the direction of the battlefield, where they saw War Department driving some Serf Soldiers toward the camp.

The regimental Regimental Commander asked curiously, "With so few men, it seems like less than two battalions. Are you really going to continue the attack with such a small force?"

Moreover, many of those Serf Soldiers were missing their armor and weapons; they were probably abandoned during the rout.

Yellen was also curious, but he quickly understood what the Allied Army was up to, and his expression turned grim.

Driven by the Allied Army forces, the Serf Soldiers were brought to the open area in the middle of the battlefield and ordered to kneel on the ground in three rows. The Allied Army soldiers then took their weapons and went directly to the back of the Serf Soldiers in the first row.

The Regimental Commander then understood what the War Department were up to. Just as he was about to speak, the Allied Army soldiers began to slaughter the Serf Soldiers kneeling on the ground.

In just a short while, the first rank of Serf Soldiers was completely slaughtered, with hundreds of them executed on the spot.

The Regimental Commander's face was even more grim than that of his superior Knight Yellen: "So many people, are they going to kill them all?"

Yellen said, enunciating each word clearly, "I've long heard that the noble territories in the Southern Region are very wealthy and have a large number of serfs. Seeing this today, it certainly lives up to the rumors!"

Although everyone uses serfs as cannon fodder to wear down the enemy's troops, it is extremely rare to see such a large-scale execution of Serf Soldiers. The nobles of the Allied Army probably wanted to vent their anger and also to intimidate the War Department.

Yellen could only admire these people's thought processes. He wasn't sure if his War Department was afraid, but even if they were defeated, they certainly wouldn't surrender easily. After all, surrendering to such a ruthless enemy would likely end badly.

And so, under the watchful eyes of both sides, the Serf Soldiers kneeling in the middle of the battlefield were all killed one by one. The War Department who had slaughtered the Serf Soldiers simply abandoned the corpses and ran back to their own camp, probably fearing that the defending troops would suddenly rush out and attack them.

Yellen withdrew her gaze and said to the Regimental Commander, "The frontline garrison is in your hands. According to our previous plan, we must not only prevent them from entering the camp, but also keep them occupied."

"They dare to show off like this to us, I'm not going to let these guys get away with it. They have to pay the price!"