Chapter 151

Chapter 151

My Lord! Enemy forces have appeared in the rear!

The rear? How on earth and from where? Who are they?

Its hard to confirm without military insignias

No military insignias? How dare they charge without any indication of their identities?

Upon Count tiennes words, the lieutenant hesitated for a moment. Logically, the appearance of enemy forces should be reported, but it seemed rather trivial to explain the numbers.

Sixty Sir. All cavalry, and from the reports, they seem to be knights.

Sixty? Did you say sixty, not six thousand or six hundred?

Yes, My Lord.

Ha, hahaha, hahahaha!!

tienne burst into laughter, pounding his knee. It had to be either Guillaume or Jean Beltoir who had failed.

Except for the route he had advanced, one had to assume that in some other area, a few nobles had hastily led cavalry in response to the crisis in Saint Mathilde.

Foolish. With just that number, they couldnt be of much help, could they?

After the rebellion was quelled following the battle, it must have been decided to make an example within the royal court. Quite a strategic move. A petty trick to reach into the central politics. Probably not more than a country baron.

However, the insignificant nobles from the countryside, unable to read the tide, merely lingered in their positions. tienne chuckled and said,

Lets go, lets see it for ourselves.

tienne walked out of the command tent and mounted his horse. The lieutenant and the knights surrounded him.

In the distance, the cavalry charging against the rising dawn seemed small. Between them and the cavalry stood numerous soldiers armed with spears and swords.

With this, we can rid ourselves of the disloyal ones opposing my authority. Conduct their funerals solemnly. Isnt it the final act of those rotten patriots?

Yes, My Lord.

With a nod from the lieutenant, the cavalry waiting in the rear marched out. There were about two hundred of them. They were mere things that would disappear with just one clash.

The old royalists and leeches clinging to the state would crumble like candles, and now his reign would rise like the sun.

tienne watched with delight as the last struggles of the leeches in this country unfolded.

And finally, the leader of those leeches began the clash with his knights.

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A skilled rider knows how to convince his horse. Since the one youre riding is the most powerful being in this world, you dont need to be afraid even if youre leaping around.

Since these timid creatures easily panic just by running towards the enemy, this process is essential.

However, the extermination unit does not convince. He proved that in that moment.

-Crack!!

Arrows launched by the last dying breath of this nation were flying straight, shaped like small wedge formations, straight toward the figure on horseback.

Defend! Defend!! Cavalry! Hold them back!

Hold your ground, My Lord! Theyre just a handful of troops!

The lieutenant appeared rather composed. It was partly because of the distance and the numerous tents of the camp, but also because the lieutenants judgment was lacking compared to Count tiennes.

He hadnt seen the faces of those knights charging head-on. It seemed their sight didnt reach that far. Perhaps it just looked like a cloud of dust on the horizon.

But tienne saw clearly. The image of his knights being literally crushed as they charged. Even the burning red glints under their helmets.

Helmets.

He needed to open those helmets. He needed to see those faces.

Jill Ber de Etarique was he alive!?

Your Highness, hold your ground! If thats Jill Ber, theres no reason for him to lead a special force! Those chasing behind him are not Eastern Knights!

Open your eyes and look! Who else in this country fights like him?

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The cavalry dispersed, and the plain came into view again. All he could hear was the rough pounding of his overheated heart in his ears.

He couldnt hear the soldiers shouts, the horses struggles, or anything else. The end of his vision was tinged with darkness. Only the front was visible.

His senses, which had been keen enough to read even the slightest breeze, had become dull, feeling only the cumbersome weight of his armor.

He was exhausted.

He was definitely on the brink of exhaustion. He had barely eaten or drunk, had little magical energy left in his body, and his nervous systems endurance was minimal. If he closed his eyes, he would faint and sleep for a good ten days.

So, he just had to keep his eyes open.

Ivan ran, staring straight ahead with bloodshot eyes.

How much longer.

How many of those who followed him had survived? It was difficult to know without even a moment to turn his head. But presumably, half of them would have died in the clash just now.

Even he, who had been exposed to the most attacks, couldnt escape injury.

Its getting annoying.

He cut off the lance that had pierced his abdomen with the edge of his hand. He couldnt pull it out. He didnt know how damaged his internal organs were, but excessive bleeding could kill him.

At this point, not even a drop of blood was too much to lose. With the energy and magical power that the blood contained, he could swing his arm one more time.

Every injury quantitatively reduced combat endurance. It was unforgivable. So he had to charge only with the injuries that were absolutely necessary, in a meticulously calculated combat situation.

His vision blurred.

-Swish.

He chewed his cheek and quickly shook his arm, downing a mouthful of healing potion. A tingling pain spread in his mouth. In the meantime, he could regain his senses for a moment. Lets call it a decent emergency treatment.

Anyway, if he wasnt dead yet, there was no reason to stop.

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