Chapter 388: Nation of a Dead Noble (3)
While Brittany was in the midst of dominating the first round.
The cavalry unit led by Baroness Juliana de Blanc clashed with the enemy’s cavalry on the right flank. The edges of the plains resounded with the thundering hooves of horses. Tens of thousands of infantrymen advanced steadily, one step at a time, as they listened to the thundering hooves.
The battle smoothly transitioned into the next stage.
“Begin singing.”
The officers repeated my order. Once they did, our civilian militia of 4,000 raised their voices simultaneously. The songs that flowed from the mouths of the militia born and raised in Sardinia were, naturally, Sardinian songs.
The enemy became more bewildered as they approached us. They had left their homes and stepped onto this perilous battlefield to fight against foreign invaders, not to harm their own people. The hesitation in the enemy’s formation was visible.
“We are not your enemies! The Duke of Milano is the traitor!”
“Brothers, there is no reason for us to kill our fellow countrymen!”
“La Spezia was abandoned!”
Centering around our petty officers, people began to shout from our militia. This was something that dampened the will to fight on both sides at the same time. Our side genuinely didn’t want to fight their brethren either. As morale plummeted on both sides, our vanguard, which was under my command, clashed with the kingdom’s vanguard.
“Nonsense! You guys are all traitors!”
“Let’s punish these bastards who betrayed their own countrymen!”
The kingdom’s generals roared back.
The clashing of spears and swords echoed loudly.
Once our forces withdrew slowly and made it clear that we didn’t want to fight, the vigorous claims from the enemy generals shouting, ‘That’s a lie!’ lost their persuasiveness. The soldiers who actively engaged in killing the enemy were in the minority. The soldiers’ grips on their spears were clearly lacking in strength.
Be it our imperial army or the kingdom’s army, this situation only made the clash between frontlines slow down considerably. This will undoubtedly delay either side from facing a decisive defeat.
And this kind of prolonged battle was precisely what Laura had ordered me to do.
“Do not retreat too hastily! Slowly. Match your pace with your comrades and sync your retreat with the commands from the petty officers!”
I personally moved among our troops to boost their morale. If our soldiers were to lose heart while attempting to withdraw gradually and prolong the battle, the retreat could swiftly devolve into a panicked rout. It was essential to emphasize that, ‘Your commander is here with you.’
Occasionally, I would aim my crossbow at an enemy’s head and let loose a bolt. This was to demonstrate that I wasn’t just giving orders but was actively engaged in the fight alongside them. Every time one of my bolts found its mark, our nearby soldiers would erupt in cheers.
“Fire!”
They probably noticed me. The kingdom army’s archers focused their volleys at my location. My royal guards raised their shields to protect me.
“Your Excellency, it is dangerous out here! Please retreat to the back for a moment!”
“At best, they are only firing toothpicks at us. Leave it be.”
I disregarded the enemy archers, choosing to stay close to our soldiers. This wasn’t due to exceptional bravery on my part, but rather because I had invested a substantial amount in a set of specially crafted helmet and armor for this war. These enchanted pieces were impervious to arrows.
But, damn it.
As expected, I have absolutely no luck in battlefields.
Of all places, an arrow managed to pierce into an opening in the thigh area that wasn’t protected by my armor. The arrow managed to escape the forest of spears, past the shields of my royal guards, through an opening in my armor, and right into my thigh!
“Kuaahh!”
I let out a scream as I bent down. My royal guards panicked.
“Your Excellency! Damn it, escort His Excellency to somewhere safe!”
“It is fine!”
I responded instinctively. Despite the excruciating pain I was experiencing, only one thought went through my head as soon as this damned arrow pierced my thigh, ‘Pretend like it’s nothing.’ If I were to falter here as the commander, the citizen-soldiers in our first row would crumble uncontrollably.
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