The Left Flank Falters

Legion Commander Rabia led his left flank forward like a surging flood.

They were the first to meet the enemy, and a fierce battle erupted.

Although Alex's intelligence network had failed to contact the independent nobles under enemy control, the Northern Alliance Army's persistence had yielded vital intelligence about the Duchy Army's left flank.

According to those reports, many of the troops under Rabia's command had originally been noble private armies.

The left flank was therefore seen as a clear weakness in the Duchy Army and became the Northern Alliance Army's primary target.

But when the two sides finally clashed, the Northern Alliance Army discovered that breaking through this line would be far from easy.

"Strange. This is too strange!" Viscount Edmund stared wide-eyed at the enemy troops pouring toward him like a tide. What's gotten into them? Why is their morale so high? It's unbelievable!

Viscount Edmund had worked hard to secure this valuable chance to fight the duchy's left flank.

He knew his own strength well enough to realize he had no hope of taking the county seat and capturing the troublesome Grand Duke Mora alive.

So he had been looking for another opening, hoping to win some glory of his own.

After a great deal of planning, he had spent considerable effort and even enlisted his ally Viscount Philip's help to secure this rare opportunity.

But once the armies met, Viscount Edmund was stunned. The enemy soldiers were not especially strong, yet their resolve was astonishing. Even when parts of their vanguard broke, reinforcements rushed in to fill the gaps and keep fighting. Worse, the routed soldiers did not lose their nerve. As soon as fresh troops arrived, they threw themselves back into battle. Edmund could make no sense of it.

Rabia stared at the fierce fighting