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Chapter 50 - 50 49 The Dominant Flying Dragon Cavalry_1

50: Chapter 49: The Dominant Flying Dragon Cavalry_1 50: Chapter 49: The Dominant Flying Dragon Cavalry_1 Time ticked away and the number of fallen on the battlefield grew.

The numerously populous Nobles’ Allied Forces, remarkably, had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

“Tom, relay my command.

First to third regiments stay put to guard the grain and supplies.

Fourth to sixth regiments flank from the left, seventh to ninth encircle from the right, block off the enemy’s retreat.

The tenth regiment will reinforce from the front.”

Hudson decisively commanded.

At this heated moment of the battle, only he, slightly distanced from the battlefield, was capable of commanding the remaining troops.

Fortunately, since everyone was busily marching, no one was insistent on regaining command.

The officers in the serf soldiers are currently Hudson’s trusted confidants, capable of carrying out his orders.

The Human Sea Tactics was once again put into play.

With comrades on all sides, the initially disadvantaged Allied Forces experienced a sudden boost in morale.

A hero is brave; with more comrades by his side, Hudson’s courage grew.

Although the battle capabilities of the serf soldiers were questionable, they were still able to delay the enemies’ advance.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

Hudson, skirting along the edge of the battlefield, was continuously reaping heads.

He no longer had to worry about anyone noticing he was slacking.

Although he wasn’t directly involved in the bloody combat, the number of his kills was undoubtedly the highest among the Allied Forces.

With a seven-fold numerical advantage, if they were to still end up losing, there wouldn’t be any point in remaining in the noble circle.

Facing the earnest attack of the Fifth Army, the trapped “Rebel Army” truly felt their powerlessness for the first time.

As they watched their comrades fall one by one, it was impossible to remain emotionally unscathed.

Seeing the situation turn, the “Saint Heir” commanding the rebels also realized that his rash order to counterattack was an oversight.

He was helpless at this outcome.

Who would have guessed that the nobles’ private army, who were only robbing on the road, would be so shameless?

Not only were they hiding a divine archer within their ranks, but they also had a large amount of their forces waiting in ambush for them to fall into the trap?

This showed no chivalry at all!

But regretting it was of no use.

Who would have known a small robbery would escalate into such a situation?

The Fifth Army had brought out eight-hundred elite members but were unable to take on the five-hundred rebels, hence they had to resort to the Human Sea Tactics again.

They couldn’t possibly allow the war to be lost due to chivalry, could they?

Against the rebel army, no one dared to speak of chivalry.

The tragic experiences of the nobles from Wharton and Layton had already sounded the alarm for all.

Although everyone didn’t verbally commend Hudson’s timely deployment of reinforcements, everyone was unanimously supportive in their hearts.

A true knight with rigid ideas wouldn’t stoop low to robbery.

From the moment their robbery squad was formed, the Fifth Army had lost their spirit of chivalry.

“First and second squads, follow me and break through, third and fourth squads are responsible for covering our rear and delay the enemy, fifth squad will work with the Earth Bear to break out!”

The Skeleton “Saint Heir” hastily commanded.

All other supplies can be abandoned, but the Earth Bear, serving as a vessel for the arrival of the Evil God, cannot be lost.

Without this Earth Bear, the Skeleton Society’s century-long grand ceremony would have been for naught.

Compared to magical beasts, human bodies are far too fragile.

Even if forcefully used as a vessel, it wouldn’t be able to carry much power.

Without sufficient power, how could they possibly reverse the situation on the battlefield?

Not to mention, cause havoc on the Continent of Aslante?

The enemy attempting to retreat was undoubtedly good news for Hudson.

Attacking from the rear was much simpler than shooting them down face-to-face.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The sound of arrows shooting forth echoed once more, like a symphony of death, each note taking a life, imbued with the captivating artistry of death.

The advance team had yet to break through the opposition, and the “Rebel Cavalry” at the rear had already been practically wiped out.

Surveying the entire battlefield, fewer than a hundred “rebel” cavalrymen were still in the fight.

The Fifth Army wasn’t faring any better.

Just from simple observation, Hudson could tell that their casualties far outnumbered the enemy’s.

However, the sheer numerical advantage of the Fifth Army compared to the handful of enemy cavalrymen still made them seem in a much better situation as it still had a few thousand soldiers intact.

“Quickly block the enemy, for the glory of the nobles!”

Knight Charles commanded through clenched teeth.

As he spoke, he had already charged forth with his knight’s sword.

The noble lords who had been resting caught up as quickly as possible.

They could not let the “Rebels” escape.

This was a unanimous thought.

For the sake of the Fifth Army’s reputation, it was imperative to completely annihilate the enemy in this battle.

‘Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…’

This time, Hudson didn’t aim for the people but instead targeted the war horse of the “Saint Heir” from the Skeleton Society.

The resilient horse, having taken several arrows, reluctantly fell to the battlefield after a few more paces.

The middle-aged “Saint Heir,” who had been causing quite a slaughter, was thrown to the ground.

The cavalrymen behind him hurriedly pulled their reins.

If not for his quick reaction, he would nearly have been trampled by the hooves of his own cavalry.

In the moment of hesitation, the previously scattered infantry, under the orders of the supervisory team, once again blocked the front path.

The pursuing soldiers caught up before they could initiate a second charge.

At this sight, the middle-aged “Saint Heir,” who had lost his war horse, turned pale.

He realized that instead of being able to deliver the Earth Bear to Dardiel City, he himself might lose his life here today.

After a lifetime of struggle, he had finally managed to achieve a decent position within the clergy, but before he could start enjoying his new-found status, he had been reduced to this state on the battlefield.

Filled with a sense of unwillingness, his mind entertained the thought of revealing his identity.

Just as this unreliable idea occurred to him, he promptly dismissed it.

The noble’s allied forces on the other side were clearly furious, showing no signs of letting them leave alive.

In such a situation, “revealing his identity” would only hasten his death.

Theoretically, capturing them alive and creating conflict with the clergy would be more beneficial for the Alpha Kingdom.

Unfortunately, the nobles present were all lower-class and unqualified to partake in upper-class strife.

The simplest approach to avoid high-level strife would be to act oblivious and simply execute them.

If the entire “rebel” cavalry were annihilated, they could never shake off the tag of rebels.

No matter how the other nobles speculate, Hudson, who is wary of trouble, has already made the first move.

The arrows swish through the air as they are launched, continuously competing with his comrades for kills on the battlefield, leaving no chance for capturing the rebels alive.

In less than a span of time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only the “Saint Heir” was left on the battlefield, offering stubborn resistance.

Suddenly, a unit of Flying Dragon Cavalry swooped down from the sky.

Their unique symbol of holy light identified them as men of the clergy.

Seeing his own people, the “Saint Heir” tried to call out for help, but was instead greeted by a sword from mid-air.

The golden flash of the sword swung, and the Saint Heir was cleanly bisected.

“A golden-ranked Dragon Knight!”

On confirming the power of the newcomer, Hudson couldn’t help but swallow.

This was undoubtedly the most formidable person he had encountered since crossing into this world, his formidable prowess something to be envious of.

In the continent of Aslante, power is revered.

Intimidated by the newcomer’s strength and the clergy he represented, everyone collectively chose to suppress their questions.

“I am Carlos, the regiment commander of the Second Dragon Knight Corps under the Judgement Knights.

On behalf of the clergy, I am here to investigate the issue of the Skeleton Society forging the Blood Moon Horn.

After witnessing your splendid battle, I couldn’t resist and swung a sword.

I presume you won’t mind, will you?”