Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters
Chapter 1177 - 19 The Great Alliance Moves Forward (3)

Chapter 1177: Chapter 19 The Great Alliance Moves Forward (3)

[Maplestone City Direct District]

[Maiqiu]

Seber Carrington crouched in the wheat field, motionless, half-high rye engulfing him.

The blue wheat leaves rolled with the wind, with Seber among them, like a reef ebbing and flowing in the waves.

In Seber’s view, the figures half a kilometer away were as tiny as ants. A swarm of ants slowly crawled along the provincial avenue towards Green Valley.

While observing the dust rising from the road, Seber focused and counted the flags waving in the marching formation.

This Red Rose unit departing from Maplestone City had too few light cavalry, and their quality wasn’t great.

Though riding top-grade war horses, dressed cleanly and neatly, and brimming with the fearless vigor of new recruits, they were clearly fresh recruits who hadn’t been in the army for long.

In small-scale pursuit battles, the light cavalry novices were easily dispatched by the scout veterans under Seber Carrington’s command, riding their short and ragged Hurd horses.

Often they were proudly chasing the enemy who fled headlong at one moment, only to suddenly find themselves led into an ambush the next.

Using the terrain, Colonel Seber Carrington swiftly captured a sizeable portion of the enemy’s horses and seized many new clothes.

On the other side, the light cavalry recruits who narrowly escaped were completely frightened and no longer had the courage to actively attack, only daring to linger around their own marching formation.

The enemy’s light cavalry activity space was thus compressed to within a kilometer on either side of their column by Seber.

For an army, such a small reconnaissance range made it nearly blind and deaf.

Some fearless scouts under Seber even started provoking and harassing the enemy at close range.

They rode the good horses they had just seized, carrying two revolver guns, sneaked to about a kilometer from the enemy column on foot. Once the timing was right, they suddenly mounted and charged within fifty meters of the enemy column, firing two shots with raised hand, regardless of whether they hit, then pulled the reins and galloped away.

The belated enemy light cavalry often dared only to pursue symbolically for a short distance, not even having the courage to cross the mounds on either side of the road.

Whenever the harasser’s silhouette disappeared behind the hill, they would hastily retreat and continue to linger around their marching column.

It was precisely because the enemy light cavalry was completely suppressed that Seber Carrington had the opportunity to scout within half a kilometer of the enemy without being discovered.

...

There was a sudden commotion in the marching column in the distance.

Seber noticed a rider dressed like an officer galloping from the front of the column.

The rider, with several attendants, galloped against the "ant swarm" direction, stopped, and called out a few "ants" from the "ant swarm" as if questioning them.

Seber unconsciously squinted his eyes, instinctively sensing that the rider dressed like an officer might be the commander of this troop.

He calculated secretly: The opponent marched in units of hundred-men squads, with their formation deliberately kept tight, clearly guarding against cavalry raids.

However... there’s always a chance to strike swiftly.

The issue was, at this moment, there were only twenty-four subordinates waiting behind Seber, half a kilometer behind the hill.

After returning from a raid on the Chilian Sect, Winters chose not to disband the thousand light cavalry he had drawn, but instead directly formed them into six light cavalry squadrons, assigning four squadrons to Colonel Seber for command.

At present, Seber Carrington’s four cavalry squadrons were dispersed along the main and side roads from Maplestone City to Green Valley, providing vigilance, communication, and reconnaissance for the whole army. Some were also sent to Vernge County to monitor the Sunder unit.

For the vast Newly Reclaimed Land, a few hundred cavalry scattered about were like salt thrown into the sea, quickly diluted clean. So the squad of twenty-four cavalry was all the force Seber could temporarily deploy.

Although Seber was famous for being "fearless to the point of madness," he was not foolish enough to court death.

Gazing at the figure riding a bay horse below the hill, Seber thought with some regret, "Consider yourself lucky today, my friend."

Honestly, Seber felt a strange affinity for the unknown enemy commander below the hill.

He admired the opponent’s patience—not sarcastically.

Faced with numerous provocations and harassment, the opponent remained composed and restrained without losing control or reacting excessively, something Seber admitted he couldn’t achieve.

Thus, Seber made every effort to compare the opponent’s figure and style with classmates and colleagues in his memory, but he couldn’t recall anyone with such skill.

Suddenly, a rustling noise sounded behind him.

Seber gripped his dagger warily and queried in a low voice, "Who’s there?"

"It’s me, Major." A junior officer with a clean-shaven head, showing his blue-tinted scalp, crawled next to Seber, saluted with a raised neck, and reported softly, "The prisoner confessed."

Seber put down his dagger and continued observing the enemy, "Speak."

"The prisoners said they’re from the Sixth Legion."

Seber sharply turned his head, his eyes glaring angrily, "Sixth Legion?"

The junior officer quickly explained, "Not our Sixth Legion, it’s the newly formed Sixth Legion by the Grand Council, also called ’Kings’ Legion.’

Seber snorted coldly and turned his back.

"There’s even more interesting information," the junior officer licked his lips and continued reporting, "According to the prisoners, they were recruited and trained in Westwood Province and were stationed there until they arrived at Maplestone City the day before yesterday."