Battle for the Right Flank

Alex silently watched Count Colt's figure recede into the distance. The words that were already on the tip of his tongue were now stuck in his throat, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it difficult for him to utter them.

Just then, Hawk came to Alex's side and gently patted him on the shoulder, comforting him. "Young Master Alex, please don't worry about this anymore!"

The Count's decision to leave you here to guard the area is entirely out of concern for your safety. Therefore, I hope you will not be angry!

Alex slowly shook his head and said calmly, "Why would I be angry? Actually, what I'm really worried about isn't the matter itself."

My father would rather put himself in danger than let me be overtaken.

However, at this moment, we have no idea what kind of conspiracy the enemy is plotting, which really makes me uneasy... After saying this, Alex involuntarily turned his gaze to the smoke-filled battlefield, his eyes revealing worry and unease.

As soon as Count Colt gave the order, the Northern Alliance Army launched an impatient charge forward.

Several armies sprang into action, marching in perfect unison and forming ranks.

Swords and spears were arranged densely together, like a lush forest; or like a towering city wall approaching the enemy.

At the same time, a series of rousing and high-pitched bugle calls and deafening war drums came from behind the army formation.

These sounds intertwined, as if infusing every soldier in the Northlands with boundless strength.

Encouraged, the soldiers' morale soared. As they charged forward, they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The powerful shouts resounded through the sky, seemingly tearing the entire world apart, their purpose being to intimidate the enemies before them.

The Imperial Guard Legion, not to be outdone, did not hesitate to form ranks on the spot.

At the very front stood warriors armed with long spears, ready for battle; on both sides, shield bearers were responsible for protecting the flanks and ensuring absolute safety.

Immediately afterwards, a roar rang out—this was the Imperial Guard Legion's response to the Northern Alliance Army!

Just as the distance between the two armies was gradually closing, the ranged units of the Imperial Guard Legion finally made their move. A command rang out: Archers, step forward!

Immediately afterwards, a large number of ducal archers surged out of the spear formation like a tide, quickly occupying the front line of the army and forming a huge formation with three rows in a neat and uniform manner.

The commander shouted, "Draw the bowstring! Fire!" Before the words were even finished, these well-trained archers drew their bows without hesitation and rained arrows down on the Vanguard Army of the Northern Allied Army.

In an instant, the sky was covered with a dense array of arrows, as if a torrential downpour had descended from the heavens.

Faced with such a fierce barrage of arrows, the vanguard of the Northern Alliance Army was put on the defensive.

Despite their sturdy armor and the thick shields they held high to defend against arrows, the relentless barrage still inflicted considerable losses and injuries on them.

Many soldiers were unfortunately struck by arrows and fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet; but the rest gritted their teeth and continued their arduous journey.

Standing at the rear of the army formation, Count Colt stared intently ahead, silently counting the number of arrows falling.

As he counted to the eighth time, suddenly, a rousing bugle call resounded through the sky.

The sharp, piercing sound shattered the silence and tension of the battlefield. Immediately afterwards, the entire Northern Alliance Army's formation underwent a startling transformation!

The soldiers, who had been steadily advancing and holding their massive shields aloft to fend off the rain of arrows, suddenly seemed to be infused with a powerful force.

They quickened their pace, rapidly closing the distance with the enemy; at the same time, the soldiers carrying shields unhesitatingly discarded them—clearly not an act of panic, but a decisive action following orders.

At this moment, the enemy and our side are almost touching, separated by only an arrow's width!

Just as the Northern Alliance Army launched its charge, the archers in the enemy camp had not yet had time to complete another round of drawing their bows and releasing their arrows.

It should be understood that, according to conventional tactical arrangements, these archers should continuously fire at least ten rounds of synchronized fire at the front lines to effectively suppress the enemy's offensive momentum.

However, the Northern Alliance Army chose to launch a sudden attack during the eighth salvo, catching the Duchy's ranged forces off guard.

In an instant, the previously orderly and impenetrable ninth volley of arrows became sporadic and intermittent...

The archer officers, their faces contorted in panic, shouted, "Stop! Stop!" They frantically waved their arms, trying to get the archers to retreat immediately.

However, the Northern Alliance Army surged in like a tidal wave, their speed astonishing.

The Imperial Guard Legion's frontline commander was extremely anxious, his eyes wide as he surveyed the battlefield situation.

If the archers are withdrawn back into the battle formation as originally planned, then his carefully arranged spear formation will not be able to be deployed smoothly.

This means that they were almost powerless to fight back against such a fierce enemy attack.

Time was of the essence, leaving no room for hesitation. In order to hold the line and protect his comrades and the flag, this brave commander decisively issued the order, "The gun emplacement must be established immediately! No one is to cross the gun emplacement without authorization!" His voice was firm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The archer units could only withdraw from the battlefield from the left and right flanks.

However, at this very moment, the Allied Army from the north surged in like a tidal wave, making the already tense situation even more critical.

Most of these archers carried only short swords at their waists for self-defense and wore thin leather armor, a stark contrast to the well-equipped, well-trained, and fully armed Northern Alliance Army!

Faced with such a vast disparity in strength, these duchy archers were utterly powerless and quickly found themselves in dire straits.

Those archers who failed to escape in time fell one after another under the fierce and relentless attack of the Northern Alliance Army's vanguard, their blood flowing everywhere...