lerbook #236 - Chapter 10: Fierce Battle (Part 2)
#236 - Chapter 10: Fierce Battle (Part 2)
The Tyrell cavalry, their warhorses having lost their momentum, were forced to dismount and fight on foot.
To Garlan's surprise, these infantrymen clad in black armor possessed extraordinary combat prowess. Even the battle-hardened and highly skilled knights struggled to break through their lines. Seeing the battle becoming increasingly dire, Garlan made a decisive decision to personally lead the reserve troops into the fray, hoping to turn the tide.
But just as he was about to issue the order, a deep, resonant horn call suddenly echoed through the sky. Garlan's heart jolted, and he quickly looked up, only to see countless soldiers in blue armor surge out from the enemy ranks like a tide. Armed with long spears, they charged forward fearlessly. After the first rank thrust forward, the second, third, and even fourth ranks followed closely behind, like endless waves of the sea. This dense and fierce offensive caught the Tyrell forces off guard, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.
What unfolded before his eyes completely overturned Garlan's previous understanding of warfare—the enemy was actually capable of launching such a fierce assault while both sides were locked in a stalemate!
Seeing this, Duke Mace knew the situation was critical and immediately ordered the drummers to beat their drums with all their might, using the rousing drumbeats to inspire the morale of his soldiers and encourage them to fight bravely against the enemy. Garlan had no time to worry about anything else. He raised his sharp longsword high above his head and personally led his men to charge forward courageously. He spearheaded the attack, fearlessly engaging the enemy in a thrilling life-or-death struggle!
Seeing their commander so valiant and fearless, the Tyrell soldiers were greatly encouraged. They shouted slogans in unison, followed closely behind Garlan, and charged forward fearlessly. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder and a tense atmosphere. Everyone knew that this crucial battle of life and death had entered its most critical moment!
Garlan's swordsmanship was as fierce and swift as a storm, and ordinary soldiers were simply unable to withstand his might. However, to Garlan's surprise, the combat effectiveness of these enemy soldiers far exceeded his original expectations. Not only were they agile and skilled in martial arts, but they could even exchange several blows with well-trained knightly squires. Even more astonishing was the fact that these soldiers possessed an exceptionally tenacious fighting spirit. Even when facing a powerful knight like Garlan, they continued to surge forward like a raging tide, even after many of their comrades had fallen, gradually causing Garlan to feel somewhat overwhelmed.
Just then, a sudden cold arrow whistled through the air, accurately hitting Garlan's shoulder. He was in excruciating pain, and the longsword he held tightly in his hand almost slipped from his grasp. But Garlan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain and fiercely wielding his sword, successfully cutting down an enemy soldier who was trying to sneak attack him.
"My lord, we can't hold on much longer!" A soldier beside Garlan shouted in a panic-stricken voice.
Garlan's eyes widened as he nervously scanned his surroundings, his heart filled with horror. He saw the Tyrell forces being pushed back step by step, their defensive lines crumbling. Everywhere he looked, he saw enemy soldiers in black and blue uniforms, densely packed and surging like a tide. And the knights who had been charging ahead earlier were nowhere to be seen.
"Retreat!" Faced with such a dire situation, Garlan had no choice but to grit his teeth and issue this painful order. The soldiers, hearing this news, felt as if they had been granted amnesty and turned to flee.
However, the enemy clearly did not intend to let them off so easily. Seeing the Tyrell forces begin to retreat, the enemy's morale soared, and they pressed their attack, not giving the Tyrell forces any chance to catch their breath. A sense of despair welled up in Garlan's heart. He knew that this battle was lost.
Garlan frantically waved the longsword in his hand, fighting the enemy while leading his remaining troops in a desperate retreat. The enemy pursued relentlessly, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey. What was frightening was that these pursuing blue-armored soldiers were mostly equipped with deadly crossbows, firing cold arrows from time to time, each arrow accurately claiming the life of a Tyrell soldier.
Garlan's heart was torn, filled with unwillingness. He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell one after another into pools of blood, yet he was powerless to do anything. This feeling of helplessness almost broke him. In the chaotic battlefield, he could no longer see his father's figure, hoping that he could escape safely. The enemy behind him, like a group of cunning and patient hunters, continued to harass them with crossbows. They occasionally launched short-range melee attacks, not giving his side any chance to catch their breath, let alone regroup and redeploy.
At this moment, the morale of the Tyrell army was on the verge of collapse. Garlan personally witnessed some soldiers beginning to discard their armor and weapons, fleeing for their lives. He knew that if this panic continued to spread, the entire army would disintegrate. At that time, the enemy could easily annihilate them one by one, like hunting rabbits.
Finally, after the enemy launched another probing attack, the Tyrell army's defensive line completely collapsed. The soldiers could no longer maintain their original formation, fleeing in terror in all directions, and even the officers lost control of the situation.
Faced with this chaotic situation, Garlan felt lost and helpless. In desperation, he could only lead the remaining soldiers around him to fight their way in one direction, trying to break through the encirclement.
After a thrilling and extremely tragic battle, they barely reached what seemed to be the edge of the battlefield, only to be surrounded by the enemy again. Even worse, this time enemy cavalry joined the battle.
Garlan struggled to withstand the fierce blow from the enemy cavalry but was still knocked back several steps. He took a closer look and found that the enemy was using a sword-like weapon without a blade, while the longsword in his hand was covered with cracks.
At this critical moment, a cavalry unit of more than twenty men, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, broke through the enemy's blockade and came to Garlan's side. It was Duke Mace and his personal guard knights! This "inflated fish" in everyone's eyes showed amazing courage and魄力 at this moment, actually breaking through the encirclement to rescue his beloved son.
"Sigmar!" Duke Mace shouted loudly. Before he finished speaking, a heavily armored knight quickly jumped off his horse, deftly pulled Garlan onto the horse, and helped him sit firmly. But the knight himself did not get on the horse and leave, but resolutely stayed behind. He gripped the longsword in his hand, fearlessly facing the tide of enemy soldiers.
At this point, Garlan no longer hesitated, immediately waving his whip to follow Duke Mace's pace, heartlessly abandoning those soldiers who had once risked their lives to protect him.
At this time, two small teams of blue-armored cavalry galloped over, trying to block Duke Mace's party. But Duke Mace's personal guard knights were all highly skilled in martial arts, and after a fierce battle, the enemy did not gain much advantage. In the end, only three personal guard knights remained, and it was because their mounts were injured and they fell from their horses. Although they knew that these people were of extraordinary origin, they did not dare to pursue rashly, turning their horses and continuing to carry out the task of blocking the battlefield. Before the war, the lord had said that if the enemy was strong enough to escape on their own, they should let them go.