Chapter 809

Chapter 809: The Battlefield in Memory (Part One)

Two years ago, at the border between Clancia and the Empire, in the Fengxiao Province.

The rain poured continuously day and night. Even during the day, the room was dim and required candles to assist with lighting.

In the camp outside the city, General Antal was gazing at the map on the table, observing several movable flags and sand dunes on the simulated terrain.

At this moment, the tent flap was pulled open, and an officer wearing a waterproof cloak entered. The heavy rain outside splashed onto the ground, sending up high sprays of water, and a cool, damp breeze followed the officer in.

“Reporting to the general.”

“Enter.”

“How is the situation?” The general looked up from the map he was holding.

“Not good. They are guarding tightly and relying on the city walls,” the officer replied.

In the gloomy, rainy weather, assaulting the city was difficult, but this Clancia force had been stuck here for quite some time. If they delayed any further, it would lead to missed opportunities.

“We must reclaim this city to clear the obstacles to our supply lines and continue our advance.”

In the spacious tent, the general spoke to his staff about strategic points and began discussing solutions.

“Perhaps, we can only attempt a night raid. The rain will be our cover.”

On the second night, under the pitch-black sky, a group of Clancia soldiers, each wearing a waterproof cloak, carefully approached the city walls. At this moment, they noticed the large magical lamps illuminating the city walls.

These lanterns, protected by metal cages, were alchemical creations that had been charged with energy, allowing them to remain lit all night.

“This Count Linlang is very cautious,” a few people whispered in the darkness outside the city walls.

“I will cast a spell to cover you, then plant this new explosive under the wall.”

“Yes.” Subsequently, a few soldiers skilled in stealth moved forward with oil-paper wrapped backpacks.

That night, they seemed to have good luck, not being discovered by the other side. Then, the explosives detonated, breaking through the rain, causing a loud explosion.

Gray, heavy stone bricks shattered, and a section of the city wall collapsed, creating a V-shaped gap.

“Charge!”

Through the rain, numerous soldiers rushed forward, wielding lances and halberds, entering the narrow gap.

They slashed down the few guards who hurriedly arrived, and continued to pour in. But just as half of them entered, an orange-red fireball broke through the night rain, slowly falling and exploding over the breach.

The intense heat evaporated the rain, baking the stones red-hot, and the advancing troops were immediately cut off.

“Hahaha!” A burst of laughter followed, and a group of Crimson Empire soldiers appeared on the rooftops. They wielded bows and a few firearms, attacking the Clancia soldiers below.

“Die here!” A nobleman of the Empire, standing high on a tower, shouted excitedly, watching the armored soldiers in the rain.

Fierce and brutal street fighting began.

This battle did not unfold as either side had anticipated. The Clancia soldiers who had infiltrated the city did not expect an ambush, while the Empire’s soldiers were surprised that these attackers did not retreat despite their full-force ambush.

“Charge!” The fierce cries pierced through the darkness amidst the rain.

Holding shields high, the soldiers climbed towards the city walls. In the fragmented gap filled with rubble, they waved torches soaked in oil, engaging the enemy forces that had rushed over.

Following the figure ahead, the soldiers stacked upon each other, fingers gripping the broken stones tightly, climbing in the rain, with comrades occasionally falling under enemy arrows and bullets.

They had to support their comrades in the city in time; otherwise, this battle would be in vain.

In the sky, several fireballs like meteors rose, piercing the night, briefly dispersing the clouds and illuminating the earth. Over ten mages from the Starlight Alliance risked ascending, calling forth dazzling magical flashes to support the troops below.

“Take them down!” Facing these mages, several elite soldiers in the Empire’s garrison city rode out on long-horned feather eagles into the night sky.

They were part of Count Linlang’s ‘Jungle Eagle Guard,’ though small in number, each was a Sequence 5 or higher elite.

Under the attack of these demon beast knights, some mages were impaled by lances and fell into the rain.

“Fire! Fire!” From the dark base of the city walls, Clancia soldiers aimed their guns at the demon beasts above, forcing them to fly higher to give their mages more time to dodge.

In the cold rain, both sides engaged in combat around the city walls, with people falling one after another, but Clancia soldiers continued to join the fray.

This went on until dawn.

The defenders’ morale finally collapsed, and they began to flee, dispersing. They gathered around the count and evacuated through another city gate.

“Do not let them escape!” Amidst the morning mist, a group of armored cavalry rode through the gate, fleeing northeast, with shouts from Clancia soldiers behind them.

“Heh, wait and see.”

Count Linlang fiercely whipped his horse, accelerating forward. Last night, he had sent out a message when he was attacked, and reinforcements should arrive soon. Despite his disdain for their leader’s background, he trusted their combat capabilities.

Hooves trampled the dew-covered grass, and the mist in the air brought a slight chill.

Suddenly, a neat sound of hooves echoed from the mist, startling everyone. Could the pursuers have surrounded them from the front?

In anxiety and unease, a group of dark figures leaped out of the mist, their entire bodies covered in impossibly black steel armor, faces hidden beneath layered grates. These cavalry wielded red-and-black blood-colored lances, weaving through the mist like a terrifying legion from hell.

“Darsi.” Count Linlang muttered the name, which instilled fear and hatred, waving his arm to have his attendants report the situation.

“Understood.” The determined man pulled down his face mask, raising his right hand. For a brief moment, one could even hear the sound of air being displaced.

“Bloody Lance Knights, advance!” His voice boomed like thunder.

“Yes!”

A chorus of shouts responded from the cavalry, who then accelerated, faster and faster, becoming like black-red shadows fading away in the mist.

These riders from hell sped toward the fallen city.

While Clancia soldiers were still dealing with resistance and clearing the battlefield, these cavalry suddenly charged into the city, their lances piercing through the soldiers, tearing through the air, and slaughtering them.

The situation in the city suddenly reversed. This cavalry regiment from the Central Empire, directly under the royal family, led by the renowned general Darsi, advanced like a unstoppable tide, altering the course of the battle.

(End of Chapter)