The armies collide, the decisive battle begins
"Father!" Alex looked at Count Colt with a solemn expression, awaiting orders.
The tense and confrontational stance adopted by the Duchy Army made him instantly realize that these guys had no intention of backing down and were preparing to engage in a direct battle with the Northern Alliance Army.
Faced with such a tense and intense atmosphere, Count Colt simply smiled slightly, revealing a hint of disdain on his face.
He smirked and said coldly, "Hmph! I didn't expect that Mora would have such audacity."
Since that's the case, how could I possibly not give him that chance!
"Guards, immediately convey my order to all the soldiers: the false Grand Duke is hiding in the county town ahead. Whoever successfully captures him alive will be granted the title of Count and rewarded with a large amount of gold and silver!"
Before the words were finished, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted, echoing through the sky.
Upon hearing the commander-in-chief issue such an enticing bounty, the morale of all the officers and soldiers of the Northern Alliance Army soared. They were all eager to try their luck and couldn't wait to rush forward and capture the false Grand Duke in one fell swoop.
Although every soldier knew perfectly well that the huge reward would mostly go to the high-ranking lords and officers, they could still get a share and a considerable reward if they were lucky enough to make a contribution.
Alex was not as optimistic as Count Colt. His intelligence team had not been able to contact the imprisoned independent nobles, although they had learned that the Duchy Army was going to launch an offensive and the distribution of the Duchy Army forces.
But that was all; they didn't gather any further intelligence and couldn't understand why the duchy was so confident in actively seeking war.
However, Alex breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the cheers of the soldiers around him; at least for now, the morale of the troops was high.
The deafening cheers, like a surging torrent, swept northward, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield. The passionate and stirring sounds seemed to pierce through the clouds and reach the highest heavens.
Meanwhile, Viscount Borey, standing on the opposing side, kept his eyes fixed on the cheering Northern Alliance Army.
Without hesitation, he swung the reins, and his warhorse neighed, kicking up clouds of dust as it charged out of the Imperial Guard Legion's ranks like lightning.
At the same time, Viscount Borey shouted at the top of his lungs, "Warriors of the Duchy! His Majesty the Great Duke is personally leading the troops to the front lines, fighting alongside us! Let us unite as one and defeat these shameless traitors!"
His Majesty the Grand Duke's decree. "Those who capture the rebel Colt shall be granted the title of Count to independent nobles, Viscount to ordinary officers, and Baron to ordinary soldiers."
Then, he raised his voice again and repeated the sentence twice, each word booming through the air like thunder.
Viscount Borey's powerful and passionate shouts swept across the half of the battlefield where the Duchy Army was located, like a whirlwind.
First, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Legion were inspired, responding in unison with cheers that rose and fell; then, soldiers from other legions were also infected and joined in this inspiring shouting.
Both generals were certain that their troops were in high spirits and full of fighting spirit, and could confidently and boldly engage in battle, so neither side wanted to waste precious time.
Attack! A furious roar rang out, like a thunderclap exploding in the sky, deafeningly loud.
Immediately afterwards, the stirring and high-pitched bugle call resounded through the sky, and the powerful and majestic war drums shook the earth like thunder. The two blended together, creating a breathtaking symphony.
"Kill!" Countless soldiers shouted in unison, their voices surging and echoing across the battlefield like a raging torrent.
They followed closely behind the standard-bearer who held the battle flag high, striding forward.
In an instant, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons filled the air, as if to tear the entire world apart.
The two massive armies charged toward each other without fear, their formations resembling two moving mountains, colliding with unparalleled force.
In an instant, swords flashed and clashed, blood splattered, and shouts and screams rose and fell, as an extremely brutal battle unfolded...