410: Chapter 50, Tragic_1 410: Chapter 50, Tragic_1 “Kill!”
“Kill!”
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Amidst a sea of battle cries, two armies clashed on the plains.
Daring to initiate an attack, Crown Prince Caesar wasn’t a fool.
The expeditionary army, having formed a proper formation, still held some combat power.
The bloody battle had just started, and the Expeditionary Army already obtained dominance on the battlefield, directly suppressing the Orc Army composed of various tribes.
Prince Butzwieg, atop his war beast, indifferently gazed at the battlefield, then withdrew his attention as if those fighting were not his subordinates.
The Bimon Cavalry, who should have launched an attack at this moment to harass the Expeditionary Army’s flank and relieve their own troops, showed no intention of moving as well.
With the Bimon Cavalry still, Crown Prince Caesar dared not let his cavalry act recklessly.
These old adversaries had their own methods of dealing with the Bimon Cavalry when they were at a disadvantage.
If they couldn’t confront the cavalry directly, they would rely on the infantry on the side to provide firepower cover.
They didn’t need to charge and fight the enemy recklessly; the mere existence of the cavalry was the greatest deterrent.
Daring to initiate this campaign, the Expeditionary Army was not without preparation.
They had prepared long-range weapons specifically for the Bimon Cavalry, though the quantity was not very large.
Many things were fine as long as you had them; not everything required large quantities.
The Bimon clan had a sparse population, which meant that the Bimon clan commanders had to cherish every soldier when battling.
The Human Army could sacrifice thousands, even tens of thousands of cavalry for a single victory but the Bimon clan couldn’t do the same.
A battle with heavy casualties was a strategic failure for the Bimon Clan, no matter how glorious the battlefield achievements were.
With each passing second, the Orc Army was forced to retreat.
The battlefield situation was increasingly favoring the Expeditionary Army.
Seeing the enemy on the verge of collapse, joy filled Crown Prince Caesar’s heart.
If not for his good upbringing, he would have burst out laughing.
However, he failed to notice that as his army continually advanced, their formation began to scatter.
On local battlefields, in order to better pursue the retreating Orc Army, they even intentionally abandoned their formation.
Victory that came too easily and too quickly always made one complacent.
As the Orc Army retreated step by step, the gaps in the Expeditionary Army’s ranks grew larger and larger.
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In the Silver Moon Wolf Clan camp, an elite cavalry corps and two ordinary wolf rider armies were fully armed and ready, waiting for Duke Daniel’s command.
As the Orc Army closest to the Bimon Camp and the one with the strongest mobility, they should have reinforced their allies at the first moment of difficulty per common understanding.
The performance of Commanding Duke Daniel was very perplexing.
If they didn’t plan to reinforce, why did he order his troops to be fully armed and ready?
Yet, if he intended to send troops, why didn’t he issue the command?
Although the Top Five Orc Courts were fraught with internal strife, they had been banding together for numerous years due to pressure from the Human Race.
Now, in the crucial period of the war, everyone was out to carry out the mission of capturing Dapes City.
In some sense, betraying allies was akin to sabotaging oneself.
In warfare, speed was of the essence.
A slight delay could result in a slight disadvantage to the Bimon Tribe, but they could still use some excuse to cope.
They continued to sit by and watch the Bimon Army and the Human Army fight to the death.
But if they didn’t carefully handle the situation, the Bimon Army could be annihilated and there would be no way out.
“Your grace, it’s time to issue the attack order.
Prince Butzwieg has already sent someone to urge us for the second time.
It’s said that their Central Army Camp is showing signs of collapse.
It will be too late if we delay any longer.”
Thomas stepped forward to remind them.
From early morning they had gathered the troops here and waited for two to three hours without receiving the Commander’s attack order.
Everyone couldn’t help but feel impatient.
Under the hopeful gazes of his peers, as the Legion Commander of the Elite Cavalry, Thomas was the one who voiced their thoughts.
But regret sank in as soon as he finished speaking and met Duke Daniel’s piercing gaze.
Knowing that the Commander in Chief had a bad temper, always spoke his mind, and especially disliked others offering their opinions on military commands, he still proceeded to make himself unhappy.
“Is that so?
If you think it’s time to attack, then do it yourself!”
The icy voice fell onto Thomas’s ears like a bolt from the blue, causing his entire body to quaver.
“What are you afraid of?
You dare to do everything else I assign you.
Thomas, is there anything you dare not do?”
Duke Daniel’s jest of a remark was like dumping a bucket of cold water on Thomas, chilling him from head to toe.
The name of the Duke with a Cold Face was well known throughout the Orc Empire.
This nickname was not only a metaphor for his cold demeanor but also a testament to his battlefield achievements.
Since he started his career, Duke Daniel had presided over dozens of large and small battles and never lost, regardless of the type of enemy he faced.
His impressive battle record elevated him to a legendary status within the Silver Moon Imperial Court and he held significant power.
The only drawback was that he was too cold-hearted and ruthless.
He liked to act independently in warfare and bulldoze his ideas, never listening to anyone else’s opinion.
His indifferent gaze carried an innate arrogance that seemed to suggest he was the only intelligent person in the world and everyone else was merely there for decoration.