Ironvine Territory (End)

Ursus, who had been watching the battlefield through his binoculars, noticed that Ernst's troops were engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy forces, and that his own troops had drawn out the army of Great Oak Territory. Suddenly, the ground sank as if into water, and then he burst into laughter.

His Personal Guard Martin, asked curiously, "Sir, the enemy has been held back according to your plan. That Viscount Golden Sunflower only has one or two hundred men left with him. Wouldn't it be perfect for us to launch a surprise attack now?"

Ursus chuckled as he said, "He figured out what I was thinking; he guessed I wanted to lead my elite troops in a surprise attack on him."

Martin asked with suspicion, "Could it be that Viscount Golden Sunflower has some kind of ambush up his sleeve?"

"Legion Commander, what should we do?"

Ursus put on his helmet, still grinning. "Of course we charge in!"

Viscount Golden Sunflower also understood that even with a hundred thoughts and ten thousand schemes, the wars of this world still had to be decided by swords and spears!

Martin looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Legion Commander, his voice trembling slightly. "The enemy definitely has more ambushes in store."

"So what? If I were beheaded by that Viscount Golden Sunflower, it would be because I was arrogant and conceited; but if I were to behead him, it would be because he was proud and arrogant."

Regardless, the final result is what matters!

Ursus gripped the reins tightly, causing his warhorse to neigh loudly, revealing that his heart was not as magnanimous as his words suggested.

"I have been entrusted with a great responsibility and command a large army, so that at this moment, we can fight to the death for the Grand Duchy!"

Personally, I felt that this Viscount Golden Sunflower was just a young man who dared to underestimate me and deliberately expose his weaknesses to challenge me.

If I don't dare to accept the challenge, won't I become his laughingstock?

At this point, Martin regained his composure and looked at the Ursus Legion Commander, whose gaze had hardened.

Ursus, no longer concerned with Martin's thoughts, drew his sword and spurred his horse back and forth in front of the prepared assault troops, shouting, "Elite warriors of the Grand Duchy! Mount up! Follow me! Today we must kill the traitorous Viscount Golden Sunflower!"

Under the officers' orders, the soldiers mounted their horses and quickly formed ranks. Ursus, accompanied by the standard-bearer, led the way, with the rest of the soldiers following closely behind, moving slowly forward.

With Ursus throwing his final throw, the battle on this small battlefield finally entered its final stage.

"That Ursus Legion Commander certainly did not disappoint."

Just as I thought, how could the commander of such a powerful Fourth Legion be a coward?

Victor said slowly as he looked at the hundreds of ducal Cavalry rushing towards him.

Hearing Victor's sigh, Michael shook his head and laughed, "Your Excellency, you've already anticipated their thoughts. At this moment, what choice do they have?"

"That's not entirely true. Although we gained the upper hand, they still have a numerical advantage. If the fighting continues, it's hard to guarantee who will win."

Michael felt that Victor was being too conservative. After all, it was already daytime, and Captain Marvin's follow-up troops were already on their way, less than half a day's journey away.

Once that force arrives, the Southern Marching Legion will surely win the final victory; at worst, the night raiding force will suffer greater losses.

Viscount Victor was worried that these elite troops would suffer too heavy losses, so he volunteered to act as bait to lure the enemy, hoping to capture and kill the legion Legion Commander and force the Duchy Army to surrender.

Seeing the Fourth Legion's assault Cavalry getting closer, Michael quickly said to Victor, "My lord, as agreed, you must leave the banner behind and I will meet the enemy. I hope you will keep your promise!"

Before Victor could speak, several officers from the Guard Cavalry said, "My lord, your health is precious. Please do not put yourself in danger. Leave it to us!"

"Yes! You promised you wouldn't intervene!"

Seeing the agitated group of Royal Guard officers surrounding him, Victor had no choice but to concede. "How about this, I won't attack unless the enemy gets within 50 meters of me!"

"It's a deal! No backing out!"

Left with no other choice, Victor could only nod.

The Guard Cavalry finally relaxed and, led by Michael, began to line up.

After forming ranks, Michael pulled down his mask and charged down the embankment, heading towards the Fourth Legion's assault Cavalry.

This elite Cavalry unit from the Southern Marching Legion also demonstrated its strength. Even though the Fourth Legion's assault Cavalry outnumbered them by a factor of two, after the first round of fighting, the Fourth Legion's Cavalry had lost a third of their strength, while only a handful of Guard Cavalry had fallen.

In the ensuing rounds of fighting, the Fourth Legion's final counterattack was also extinguished.

A duchy Cavalry covered in blood charged toward Victor and the Golden Sunflower banner behind him. Victor looked up and saw that it was Ursus, the Legion Commander of the Fourth Legion.

Michael, with a few Guard Cavalry, gave chase, but they couldn't catch up even at the bottom of the hill. Victor shook his head at their clumsy acting.

Victor immediately mounted his horse, grabbed a lance, and charged forward. As the two horses passed each other, Victor first knocked the lance from Ursus's hand with one thrust, then flipped his helmet off with another, and finally held the lance to Ursus's neck.

"Legion Commander the Ursus Legion, the Grand Duke Silver Maple of the past have been too harsh on the Northern Frontier nobles and have failed to fulfill their obligations as feudal lords fairly. Now that they have been rebelled, it is their own fault. People like you should not be buried with them for this corrupt country."

"If you are willing to surrender, I will at least secure a viscount title for you through Count Colt. What do you say?"

Ursus didn't say a word, just quietly looked at Victor. Victor knew his mind was made up, and sighed.

As news of Ursus's death spread throughout the battlefield, the remaining troops of the Fourth Legion, who had been fighting, laid down their weapons, and the battle finally ended.