247: Chapter 127: The Battle of Longka 3 (Fierce Fight)_3 247: Chapter 127: The Battle of Longka 3 (Fierce Fight)_3 Halted ten metres in front of Selva’s battle lines, the conscripted soldiers hesitated and looked back at the troops that hadn’t caught up; without their companions at their backs, they dared not advance an inch.
The fellow conscripts in the columns behind also slowed their pace in the face of the dead and wounded.
Some militia, who had already lost their courage to the Longka archers in previous earth-filling tasks, now could no longer face the horrific scenes of the battlefield and turned to flee through the flanks, racing towards the southern woods.
The leading deserters immediately triggered a chain reaction of collapsing morale.
“Kill all deserters!…
Kill all deserters!” No matter how fiercely the Military Governor’s leading soldiers roared, they couldn’t stop the conscripted soldiers’ flight.
Executing two deserters did nothing; seeing that the retreat of this troop was irreversible, and even facing some deserters’ treacherous counterattacks, the Wolf Territory Soldiers of the Military Governor had no choice but to fall back to Knight Yom’s infantry main formation.
The Wolfenhol group in the rear, pressing the line, paid no attention to the disintegration of a militia squadron in the front.
Brandishing their spears, they almost simultaneously charged forward with thunderous footsteps, countless boots trampling over the bodies of the dead and wounded, fully replenishing the gaps exposed by the fleeing soldiers.
Without the chance to launch a second round of throwing spears, Selva’s lines had no choice but to collide with the enemy’s true main force.
The fierce Wolfenhol Soldiers, facing the spear formation, showed no fear; relying on their shields and Armor, their orderly formation directly engaged the long weapons of the enemy, with forests of spears clashing against each other.
A thunderous war cry followed, as both armies continuously battered and thrust with the tips of their spears.
Occasionally, long blades that slipped through the gaps in the shield wall would stab into the formation, drawing out scarlet blood.
Individual Wolf Territory Soldiers and Selva Soldiers fell amidst countless cries of pain.
Heavily armored sword and shield bearers from the third row of Wolfenhol’s formation, standing by on both sides, unceasingly circumnavigated the crowd, seeking opportunities to get close to the shield wall from dense spear fighting gaps to attack and probe for any possible weakness in the enemy’s formation.
On both flanks of the intense central army, where the left and right wings had already engaged in combat, had descended into a brutal, bloody massacre amid roars and screams, with soldiers from both sides falling continuously…
…In the distant southern woods, crows perched on branches, shaking their heads and silently reflecting the distant human swarm below, entwined like ants.
The ominous birds eagerly awaited.
They waited for that group of cruel creatures to finish their earth-shattering symphony.
Based on vague memories of experience, every time an event occurred, there would be an endless feast to follow.
Suddenly, a rumble of movement came from the forest below, startling the crow into taking flight from the branches.
Then, under the cover of the forest, Sir Redo, having circled to the southern edge of the woods, reined in his steed, his solemn gaze piercing through the dense canopy towards the battlefield.
A Wolf Territory spear-bearing conscript squad was attempting a flanking maneuver to encircle their own army’s left wing.
And behind them, another squadron of well-equipped Wolfenhol Soldiers also began moving south.
This was a good opportunity.
Redo believed that if he had even a small cavalry squadron of thirty or forty men at his command, he would have burst out of the woods this very moment and charged straight into the enemy’s flank.
But turning his head, he glanced at the motley crew of ten cavalry behind him.
Sir Redo straightened his head again, gazing towards the distant northwest, where poised silently behind the lines with the Wolf Banner fluttering, stood a formidable square of over fifty Wolf Territory Heavy Cavalry.
He couldn’t help but sigh with heavy contemplation.
Including himself, these eleven cavalry, even with a delicate little girl among them…
although after observation, he knew the girl’s Martial Arts were indeed quite good.
But the numerical disparity was too great; the Wolf Territory’s Heavy Cavalry was no trifle, and once exposed, their meager group of just over ten would be utterly drowned by the enemy’s iron hooves.
Eleven men were too few to confront an army fifteen times their number head-on; even with an outnumbered strategy, they couldn’t be directly targeted by the enemy’s Cavalry…
that would be a death wish.
The right moment for battle was still far from present.