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Chapter 1184 - 21 Great Alliance Moves Forward (6)_2

Chapter 1184: Chapter 21 Great Alliance Moves Forward (6)_2

Ignoring the danger, Major Felter continued to stay on the hill, anxiously observing the movements of the battalions.

"Time!" His heart was pounding fiercely, and he could even feel the blood vessels in his neck and forehead expanding and contracting with each heartbeat: "Time!"

Just a little more time, and his troops would be reorganized. By then, no matter how many Paratu Cavalry there were, they wouldn’t be able to crush his square formation.

However, the smoke came faster than the flames. In an instant, both sides of the provincial road were completely shrouded in thick smoke.

The soldiers covered their mouths and noses, still unable to stop coughing. The warhorses were nearly out of control, and some cavalry had to lead their horses on foot.

Major Felter’s vision was also blocked. Aside from a few orderlies beside him, he couldn’t see anything further away.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted behind the smoke, accompanied by a mountain-echoing roar of battle cries.

The terrifying battle cries were like huge waves, pounding the soldiers’ hearts one after another. Around Felter, screams erupted, followed closely by curses and shouts.

The gunfire came from the front, and Felter immediately realized—the troops at the forefront had already engaged!

He forcibly suppressed the urge to personally inspect the battlefield, pulling an orderly from behind, sharply ordering: "Immediately go to the Sixth Battalion, ask Lieutenant Imre about the situation, then return immediately to tell me!"

"Yes!" The orderly saluted with a mournful face, tremblingly tugging the reins, preparing to leave.

"Inform all units along the road!" Major Felter shouted another order at the orderly’s back: "Be prepared for attacks from the east side of the road! Guard against enemy cavalry raids! Once the fire spreads to the avenue, the enemy will come!"

"Yes!" The orderly rode away.

A rapid series of hoofbeats approached, and Major Felter cautiously raised his sword, but only one rider rushed out from the smoke—it was Lieutenant Kadar, captain under Felter’s command.

"Major! My battalion has reorganized and formed ranks!" Lieutenant Kadar rode up the hill, urgently requesting: "Please take refuge in the Ninth Battalion’s square formation."

"No!" Major Felter flatly refused: "If I leave here, the other battalions will completely lose command."

"If you get killed, the other battalions will also lose command!" Lieutenant Kadar grabbed Major Felter’s reins, almost pleading: "Have you forgotten the previous rebel light cavalry? A few orderlies can stay here to guard, but you must leave with me!"

Felter struggled in agony for a long time, and with a heavy punch to his thigh, he left the roadside hill with Lieutenant Kadar.

...

On the other end of the battlefield, Winters Montagne, who was also observing the battlefield, had his view blocked by smoke.

But unlike Major Felter, Winters’ light cavalry continuously reported the latest battlefield situation, allowing him to "see" the battlefield’s full picture even if he couldn’t view it directly.

Due to the excessive number of communication cavalry, the command was overloaded with chaotic information, forcing Xial to lead a group of clerks to specifically gather and organize the contradictory reports.

The sky had gradually darkened, and Andre sighed as he paced back and forth.

"Civil Guard Officer!" Xial quickly walked to Winters’ side—his address in public was always formal—his tone barely concealing excitement: "The enemy has completely retreated to the west side of the road! They’re trying to reorganize!"

Winters set down the Nulan Clock: "Let Bart Xialing attack."

"Yes!" Xial received the order and left.

Andre plopped down beside Winters, hinting: "It’s about to get completely dark. Shouldn’t my cavalry..."

"No, I don’t want to waste your cavalry’s strength." Winters put away the map: "The enemy hasn’t completely entered the encirclement. Today, we probably can’t annihilate them entirely."

"Ah?" Andre widened his eyes.

...

On the north side of the battlefield, Lieutenant Orsin of the Sixth Legion’s Eighth Battalion was desperately maintaining the square formation from collapsing.

Unlike the information provided by Major Felter, the enemy troops weren’t trying to fish in troubled waters with lightly equipped cavalry, but were well-equipped, fierce infantry.

Though their numbers were small, they’d exploited Lieutenant Orsin’s new recruits’ weakness in melee combat, using the smoke to turn a battle with thousands into a close-quarters skirmish with dozens.

Two of Lieutenant Orsin’s six Hundred-Men Squads had been routed in the chaos, and he gathered the remaining four squads along with the scattered troops into a battalion-sized square formation, desperately holding out against the road.

The enemy that attacked from the east side of the road retreated when they saw the battalion-sized square formation, turning to pursue the fleeing small groups of soldiers.

But it wasn’t long before gunfire sounded around Lieutenant Orsin.

The rebel musketeers fired at Lieutenant Orsin’s square formation from behind the smoke, while Orsin’s musketeers could only blindly fire like headless flies.

The desperate Orsin prayed madly, hoping for the fire to die quickly, for the smoke to disperse quickly, for reinforcements to arrive quickly, and for nightfall to give him a chance to retreat amidst the chaos.

...

On the western highlands of Green Valley, Bart Xialing was waiting for the order to attack.

"Captain, I still don’t get it." The newly promoted former sergeant "Nine Fingers" quietly asked: "Why is the entire battalion getting into it while we’re just sitting here watching?"

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