Chapter 830: Chapter 84: Beheading_2 Chapter 830: Chapter 84: Beheading_2 Seeing that there weren’t many foot soldiers, some fleeing Terdun Cavalrymen circled back. They didn’t dare engage in close combat, so they shot arrows from a distance.
The sound of galloping hooves came thundering from the east of the fork in the road, this time louder than the previous two combined.
Tulin couldn’t recognize the second group of cavalry, but there was no mistaking the third—the one leading the charge was a horse with a red mane.
“It’s Rejek!” Tulin pushed back the Herd Barbarian beside him, raised his saber high, and roared furiously, “It’s Anglu! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The battle had already been difficult for both sides to resolve, but as soon as Anglu’s fresh troops joined the fight, the hundred-strong Terdun Cavalry immediately collapsed.
Anglu and Tulin chased and killed all the way until dusk before returning to where their convoy had been ambushed.
Even though the Terdun Cavalry had been defeated, there was still a mess to sort out.
“Let the wounded take the big wagons and go to the next military post; there are doctors there.” Anglu began organizing the cleanup of the battlefield as soon as he dismounted. “Bjorn, Lekler, take your men into the forest and find all the escaped militia.”
“Centurion,” said a Centurion named Bjorn with a bitter face, “only two of my brothers can still move.”
“Round up the Herder horses we’ve seized.” Anglu ordered decisively, “Choose people from the militia yourself to fill your ranks. Both of you!”
“Yes!” The two Centurions didn’t dare to delay, saluted with raised hands, and ran off.
“Make sure to record the dead properly.” Anglu then turned to Tulin.
“Yes!” Tulin first responded, then asked, “What about the bodies?”
“Bury them here for now and we’ll take care of them properly later.”
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After dealing with a series of aftermath issues, Anglu finally had a moment to breathe.
But there was another big problem waiting for him—he didn’t recognize the second group of cavalry either.
It was the Terdon Tribe that had launched the initial surprise attack, and Anglu’s cavalry that had come last to rescue.
The second group of cavalry to appear was an entirely unfamiliar third party, neither wearing military uniforms nor displaying any flags.
While Anglu’s side was clearing the battlefield, the strange cavalry were also tending to their own, gathering their men and treating the wounded.
The appearance of an unknown cavalry group in Iron Peak County made Anglu particularly uneasy. However, in Anglu’s view, since the other side had killed Terdun people, they could temporarily be considered allies.
The strange cavalry assembled and rested in a clearing by the road, making no move to approach Anglu, seemingly waiting for him to take the initiative to negotiate.
Anglu rallied his spirits, leading two soldiers to approach the strange cavalry, “God bless you, friends. Where do you come from?”
A middle-aged man in hunting gear stepped forward with a smirk, “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
Although the middle-aged man was in casual hunting attire, the military bearing in his every move could not be hidden.
Anglu gave a serious salute, “Many thanks for your assistance, Sir. May I know your unit?”
“You don’t need to ask that.” The middle-aged soldier waved his hand and spoke bluntly, “Where’s Winters Montagne? I want to meet him.”
Anglu’s eyebrows slightly raised and, after a brief contemplation, he straightforwardly replied, “Then please follow my cavalry unit. You’ll be able to meet Civil Guard Officer Montagne once this patrol is over.”
Bringing an unknown cavalry group directly to see big brother Montagne was too dangerous. Anglu decided to send a messenger back first to report the situation and temporarily keep control of the other party.
The middle-aged soldier’s attendants seemed rather displeased, but his expression didn’t change as he pulled out a letter, “When you send the message, also deliver this letter to Captain Montagne.”
“Yes.” Anglu took the envelope.
“Don’t waste time,” the middle-aged soldier narrowed his eyes slightly, “Send it now!”
Anglu reflexively replied, “Yes.”
Meanwhile, Tulin also encountered a problem.
Several older, well-to-do militia men came before Tulin, begging on their knees—they wanted to go home.
The stench of blood on their faces, the moans of the dying injured, and the mutilated bodies scattered across the wilderness… If the militia men had any greed left in their hearts before, this fierce battle had utterly shattered their courage. Some even ran away without returning, becoming deserters.
“No.” Tulin flatly refused.
“You are a one in a million brave warrior, we are not the same! We truly don’t have the capability to fight.” A landowner, over fifty, pleaded desperately, “Even on the battlefield, we can only run! We’d only make things worse!”
“Yes!” Another gentleman sobbed, “Money, grain, whatever you want…”
“You are all Centurions, temporary soldiers.” Tulin was already somewhat impatient as his vicious Dusack bearing surfaced, “If I let you go, will others stay? Deserting is a dead end! Whoever dares to run, I’ll chop him personally!”
The gentlemen trembled with fear.
“Think with your arses.” Tulin’s tone softened slightly, coldly admonishing them, “What kind of man is a Civil Guard Officer, doesn’t he know what you are like? Can he count on you to fight on the front lines? When it really comes to the battlefield, you’ll just dig trenches, build earth walls, and do some physical labor! There’s danger on the road because the Herd Barbarians are ambushing. Once we reach the main camp at the front, thousands of troops will be protecting you; could the Herders still get to you? Tell me, right?”
With threats and reasoning, Tulin expended some effort to finally send the gentlemen on their way.