The Fierce Battle on the Right Flank, Part Two

When the frontline commander of the Imperial Guard Legion saw that his archers had suffered devastating losses before they could fully unleash their power, with more than half their number dead or wounded, he flew into a rage.

If he failed to act quickly, the blow to his soldiers' morale could be severe. He gave the order without hesitation:

"Everyone, listen up! Advance ten paces!"

It was a well-judged decision. Ten paces would bring them into contact with the Northern Alliance Army's vanguard.

At the command, the troops surged forward. In a matter of steps, the two vanguards collided with the force of a lightning strike.

Blades flashed, steel clanged, and battle cries shook the sky. Blood sprayed and severed limbs flew as the battlefield became a living hell.

At the height of the fighting, Count Colt issued a new order.

The Northern Alliance Army split into two forces, which advanced steadily around the Imperial Guard Legion's flanks.

Their aim was clear: to close in from both sides and encircle the Imperial Guard Legion.

Viscount Borey slowly lowered his spyglass, his gaze fixed on the distance. Turning to Geis beside him, he said quietly, "Just as I thought. That bastard Colt is commanding this battle himself."

Geis followed his gaze. In the enemy ranks ahead, bright banners fluttered in the wind, each embroidered with a different emblem.

The banners showed that at least three legions had assembled there, including the powerful forces of the Iron Birch Family and the private troops of other nobles.

Such a large and varied army would be difficult to coordinate unless Colt himself was in command.

Geis nodded in agreement.

Then excitement flickered in his eyes. "Legion Commander, now that the traitor Colt has appeared on the front line, we have an excellent opportunity.

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