The Forgotten Field - Chapter 215

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Chapter 215
At that cry, the Soldiers moved with perfect synchronization.
Barcas received Torque’s reins from the Chamberlain who had rushed over in a panic and immediately mounted the saddle.
Just as he was about to burst out through the Checkpoint, crossing the Barracks, the Second Son of Bleston House who had chased after him shouted loudly.
“Your Excellency, we shall join the battle as well!”
Barcas, gripping the reins, looked down at the man’s face and nodded lightly.
“You join the right flank.”
The man offered no objection and immediately rushed out through the Checkpoint.
As Barcas advanced toward the front lines, he spotted enemies swarming like a buffalo herd and brought his horse to a halt in the middle of the Hill.
From within the wide-open Castle Gate, massive warriors clad in heavy armor poured forth endlessly.
Assessing their numbers, Barcas extended one hand to the Chamberlains who had rushed out to assist him.
Immediately, a massive halberd weighing approximately 240 centimeters was placed into his hand.
As he raised it high to signal the attack, the Ballistas positioned along the ridge of the Hill unleashed a volley of iron bolts.
With sharp, piercing cracks, hundreds of massive projectiles tore through the air and ruthlessly pierced the bodies of Soldiers charging forward like enraged boars.
In an instant, hundreds of soldiers lay sprawled across the snow-covered earth.
Yet the Northern Forces did not falter. As if resigned to death, thousands of assault troops leaped over their comrades’ corpses and collided with the infantry arrayed broadly across the Hill.
Barcas immediately ceased fire. Reckless volleys would inflict casualties on his own forces.
He turned his horse and signaled the Cavalry Forces waiting on the left flank to charge. Simultaneously, the mounted warriors drove into the enemy’s flank.
As the enemies swept along by the surging wave of cavalry horses scattered in confusion, the central forces advanced. Under attacks pouring from all directions, the enemy formation crumbled in an instant.
At this rate, victory would be decided within half a day.
Breathing in the wind thick with the stench of blood, Barcas assessed the battle situation and immediately spurred his horse into the enemy ranks.
The Northern Forces continued their fierce offensive even as their formation collapsed.
Barcas charged toward them without hesitation. A warrior wildly swinging his axe was crushed beneath Torque’s hooves, spilling blood and brains.
Soldiers who witnessed the carnage before their eyes stiffened in shock.
Barcas did not miss that moment and swung his halberd in a wide diagonal arc.
A single trajectory severed the necks and torsos of three warriors simultaneously, scattering blood in all directions.
Trampling the corpse beneath his horse’s hooves as he advanced, Barcas now drove the long, pointed spear tip attached to the end of his halberd through a heavily armored Soldier of massive build.
He swung the shaft and hurled the corpse into the heart of the enemy ranks, and Soldiers rushing forward with their axes were buried beneath the flying body of their comrade, tumbling across the Hill.
Warriors who witnessed that overwhelming display began to falter and retreat.
No matter how warlike their nature, they were merely militia without professional military training. Once their morale was completely shattered, they would disintegrate in an instant.
Barcas raised his blood-soaked spear tip high and ordered the entire army to advance.
That was when the heavy sound of hoofbeats echoed from beyond the gently sloping Hill.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Barcas turned his head to look behind him.
A Cavalry Forces heavily armored in black iron was charging toward his forces, causing the earth to tremble. Their numbers seemed to reach several thousand.
Barcas immediately turned his horse and joined the right flank. At the same moment, the vanguard of the black iron Cavalry Forces crashed into his forces.
With a heavy, resonant crash of metal striking metal, the anguished cries of war horses tore through the air.
Gripping the shaft with both hands, he quickly surveyed the formation of enemies that had suddenly descended upon him. Their movements were extraordinary. They were undoubtedly professionally trained soldiers.
Having made his assessment in an instant, Barcas immediately charged across the battle line toward the vanguard. Swinging his axe blade in reverse toward the lead cavalry officer, the blood-soaked blade cut through the horse’s neck and relentlessly tore upward through the mounted warrior’s chest.
Yet the rider reacted with agility. The Knight, throwing his body backward to avoid a fatal wound, snatched up the shaft planted in the ground and hurled it toward him.
Barcas immediately swung his halberd to deflect the spear and then drove his horse toward the enemy.
The Northern Forces soldier moved with such speed that it was hard to believe he was clad in heavy armor.
The man rolled across the ground to evade the hooves flying overhead, then drew a longsword from his waist and charged forward with lightning-fast velocity.
Barcas immediately raised his halberd shaft upright.
The longsword came hurtling down at a vicious speed and collided with the steel haft, producing a deafening crash. Barcas clenched his teeth as the heavy impact reverberated through his wrists, forearms, and shoulders.
This was no ordinary man.
Barcas gripped the haft firmly with both hands, his sharp gaze piercing through the visor to study the soldier’s face.
Crimson eyes gleamed brilliantly from within the helmet’s depths.
Could this be Bjorn Blodar Heimdal?
Barcas spurred his horse forward and drove the man back. The soldier staggered momentarily before swiftly regaining his balance and retreating beyond striking range.
As I observed his movements carefully and lowered the spearpoint in a defensive posture, a cavalry soldier who had broken through the lines launched a surprise attack from the flank.
I immediately rotated the halberd to deflect the enemy’s strike, then twisted the axe blade downward to strike the rider’s shoulder.
As I hastily recovered my weapon to press the enemy commander again, a tingling sensation spread through my fingertips.
I clenched my fingers as they began to tremble slightly and quickly assumed a defensive stance.
But that moment of hesitation created a fatal opening. The man who had closed the distance thrust his blade toward my chest.
By instinctively twisting my upper body to the side, I managed to avoid having my heart pierced, but I could not prevent the long blade from penetrating my ribs.
I furrowed my brow at the chilling sensation of ice-cold metal tearing through my body.
Yet my pause lasted only an instant. I raised my arm and swung the axe blade down toward the man’s head.
The man, whose eyes had gleamed with triumph as he drove his blade into my body, flinched and retreated.
Blood gushed from the wound where the sword had been withdrawn. But I paid it no mind and wielded the halberd with ferocious speed.
The man deflected my attack and desperately widened the distance. Then someone blocked my path.
“Stop, Grand Duke! Your wound!”
Barcas pushed aside his protesting subordinates and pursued the enemy.
In that moment, my body lurched forward as if collapsing. I managed to avoid the shame of falling from my horse by planting the spearpoint on the ground, but the enemy commander had already withdrawn from the battlefield.
Barcas clutched his bleeding ribs, glaring at the retreating figure of the man. Bjorn Blodar Heimdal, who had fallen back to the rear lines in an instant, was mounting a fresh horse and issuing orders for retreat.
Had he launched this surprise attack from the beginning to create an opening to extract the rebel forces from Amasek?
After throwing the battle into chaos and observing the enemy forces scatter rapidly, Barcas clenched his teeth and straightened his collapsed posture. He raised the halberd to issue a pursuit order when suddenly his vision turned white.
“Grand Duke!”

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