The Final Battle, Part Five
When the Golden Sunflower banner, gleaming with golden light, fluttered high and was carried into the battlefield by a group of valiant Cavalry, the entire battle situation changed dramatically in an instant! Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up a thousand waves, triggering a series of astonishing chain reactions.
The soldiers of the Northern Alliance Army, who had previously lost confidence or encountered setbacks and were demoralized and fleeing in all directions, seemed to have suddenly found their backbone and gathered together under the banner of their respective forces.
The most eye-catching of them all was Alex's army, which was surrounded and was carrying the Iron Birch banner. Despite facing enormous pressure, they had persevered until now with their tenacious fighting spirit and firm belief; now that reinforcements had arrived, they were overjoyed, as if they had received rain after a long drought.
Meanwhile, other powerful noble families in the Northlands also responded to the call, raised their own banners, organized their scattered troops, and returned to the battlefield.
Upon seeing this cavalry appear on the battlefield, Viscount Borre and the commander of the Kimberley Legion, who were leading their men in relentless pursuit in an attempt to crush the Northern Allied Forces in one fell swoop, were greatly alarmed.
Without hesitation, they ordered their troops to halt and quickly adjust their formation to prepare for the impending fierce attack.
Fortunately, Victor's Cavalry was still quite a distance from them.
This gave Viscount Borey and his generals ample time to reorganize their army and quickly position themselves to face Victor's approaching army.
Viscount Borey pondered his next move: although the enemy reinforcements before him appeared formidable, after some observation, he discovered that their strength was quite limited—judging from their size, they probably numbered only a mere ten thousand!
Viscount Borey thought to himself that if his own Imperial Guard Legion or Kimberley's legion could withstand the enemy's first fierce offensive, the two forces could form a pincer movement to support each other; then, by taking advantage of the situation, they could launch a pincer attack on the enemy and turn the tide once again.
Unexpectedly, Victor led his Cavalry in a swift and fluid maneuver, completing the large-scale flanking maneuver!
In the blink of an eye, they successfully bypassed the powerful military formation of the Imperial Guard Legion, which was waiting in full force, and sped off towards the enemy's rear without stopping.
Just as the two sides were passing each other, Victor gave an order, and countless arrows rained down on the Imperial Guard Legion like a dense rain of bullets!
However, because the Cavalry was running at full speed, even the arrows fired by the best horse archers were much less powerful and accurate.
Therefore, this seemingly fierce rain of arrows was like a tickle to the Imperial Guard Legion, or even negligible—at most, it was like being spat on in the face. Although it wouldn't cause any real damage, it was incredibly humiliating.
Immediately afterward, Victor's Cavalry force, having just crossed the two massive opposing formations, decisively split into three groups: one group charged straight at the Duchy Army besieging Alex and his followers; the other two groups attacked the duchy's forces that were still relentlessly pursuing and attempting to wipe out the remnants of the Northern Alliance Army.
At this moment, the Duchy Army were deeply embroiled in fierce fighting and had no time to deal with the sneak attacks from the rear.
The three elite troops dispatched by Victor were like three incredibly sharp daggers, plunging into the depths of the enemy formation with overwhelming force.
After just a few rounds of charging and flanking maneuvers, they easily tore through the enemy's defenses, decisively defeating multiple Duchy Army and causing a dramatic reversal of the battle situation!
Such a disastrous performance infuriated Viscount Borey! However, at the same time, a deep sense of unease welled up within him—only now did he realize that he had completely overlooked a crucial issue.
At this moment, the Duchy Army, having endured a long and arduous battle, had managed to defeat the Northern Alliance Army by sheer luck through a decapitation strike, but the price they paid was equally devastating: not only were their personnel and equipment severely damaged, but more importantly, their soldiers were utterly exhausted.
Faced with this formidable and powerful force, the Duchy Army was clearly powerless to launch any effective offensive, and even pursuing or encircling the enemy was a pipe dream.
The wisest course of action at this moment would be to decisively order a withdrawal and preserve as much manpower as possible.
Just as Viscount Borey was caught in a dilemma and at a loss, Victor led his troops like tigers descending a mountain, charging towards the Duchy Army that had surrounded Alex's forces, and quickly tore open a gap...
Victor sped along the way, and when he arrived under the Iron Birch Banner, he saw Alex's figure in the distance.
Alex stood there, somewhat disheveled, but unharmed.
Victor finally felt a weight lifted from his heart. He let out a long sigh of relief, immediately dismounted, and shouted, "Alex, I'm not late, am I!"
Upon hearing the voice, Alex's face lit up with ecstatic joy. He rushed forward, excitedly grasped Victor's hand, and said, "Thank you, Victor!"
The enemy just surged in like a tidal wave, and we were almost in a desperate situation. I thought we were really going to be wiped out this time!