Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 478 - 32: Contact Battle (First Update)

"As expected, they’re just a bunch of lowly beastmen. What do they know about military tactics?"

At the forefront of the allied forces, General Torres, who ascended to the rank of commander through his bloodline connections, looked upon the chaotic Neutral City army ahead, unable to even stabilize their camp, with a sneer on his face.

A bunch of headless flies, what use is good equipment on them?

Compared to beastmen, humans are physically weaker, but human armies can always win against beastman armies, as the beastmen need several times their number to stand a chance.

The gap in this kind of warfare is not without reason.

Humans understand discipline, know how to train armies, forming group armies which significantly bolster their collective power.

Yet beastmen, however numerous, fight individually, lacking the slightest cooperation, remaining just a collection of unaffiliated individuals in battle.

With the conclusion of the astonishing war in the Kawa Great Forest years ago, several massive beastman tribes that once dominated the forest’s periphery suffered heavy losses, disintegrating, leaving roaming beastmen dispersed with no chance to reunify their power.

Consequently, humans utilized the Border Great Wall to gradually expand into the outskirts, compressing the beastmen’s living space further.

In these past wars, remnants of the once-super-sized beastman tribes led resistance against the humans with nearby wandering beastmen but never caused much of an upheaval before being swiftly crushed by human forces.

In this periphery of the Kawa Great Forest, noble forces relying on the Border Great Wall hold the advantageous position.

After years of war, they have come to understand the combat capability of the wild beastmen.

"Send orders, full army advance, crush them! I want to spend the night inside Neutral City."

Torres, wielding his whip, pointed at the chaotic three thousand man Neutral City army opposite.

With the commander’s order,

a moment later,

the army began to move.

Rumble!!!

At the very front of the allied forces, the cavalry, composed of elite noble private soldiers, set off with a thundering advance, shaking the ground as they moved.

Rows upon rows of cavalry lined up like a moving iron wall, charging towards the disorganized soldiers of Neutral City.

Simultaneously, the conscripted infantry on both sides surged out, with tens of thousands of troops using the elite noble cavalry as the vanguard to charge forward together.

No strategies were needed, there was nothing to worry about.

Fifty thousand troops against three thousand disorganized Neutral City soldiers, the outcome was obvious.

The best choice was to crush them directly with overwhelming military numbers.

Tens of thousands of troops, overwhelming like a tsunami, surged forward!

"Ah! Run away!"

Faced with this surging, boundless army charge, some soldiers from Neutral City, unable to withstand the fear, threw away their weapons and fled to the rear.

Even with several hundred meters before the cavalry got close, soldiers from Neutral City were already "fleeing."

This retreat sparked an avalanche-like collapse, shattering the last thread of courage, as three thousand troops fled without even engaging in battle.

The soldiers of Neutral City, in their retreat, abandoned armor and weapons forged from fine steel, somewhat hindering the cavalry’s speed.

Some cavalry even couldn’t resist stopping halfway to pick up the discarded weapons.

"Hahaha! They’re indeed a bunch of losers! Full army pursue them!"

This was a victory ripe for the taking.

Some nobles, originally wary but now eager due to the enormous profits to be had from Neutral City, cast aside their concerns and led their troops forward.

However, aside from the elite noble cavalry, the majority of the allied forces consisted of conscripted riffraff like thuggish farmers filling in the ranks.

These people were barely scraping by in poverty.

Upon seeing the ground littered with armors and weapons, they couldn’t help but bend down to collect them.

A small area disturbance immediately broke out.

If they managed to obtain a set of armor in this war, it would be a rewarding income, whether passed down through generations or sold to the noble lords.

Moreover, the weapons and armor abandoned by the beastmen were even better in quality than the usual weapons and armor of knights.

However, with many monks and little meat,

some rogue soldiers even drew their weapons over an exquisite piece of armor, further escalating the chaos.

"Dammit, relay the order for them to stop! Everyone pursue, no hiding loot!"

Torres, enraged, cursed repeatedly.

Though he rose to the commander position through connections and had mediocre talent, he still knew the downsides of the chaos before him.

Nevertheless, while Torres looked down on the "trash" scattered by Neutral City soldiers, his soldiers did not share the sentiment.

Moreover, the fifty thousand strong army was patchworked from thirteen cities, making immediate strict cohesion impossible, with more mutual disassociation than cooperation, only following simple orders from above, with each having its operational capabilities.

On the battlefield, even the nobles’ soldiers in the forefront couldn’t resist dismounting to gather spoils, let alone others?

Aside from anger, Torres had no way to constrain the lower-ranked soldiers.

An absolute mess.

If at this moment, a force attacked from the flanks, they might rout the army assembled from the Thirteen Cities.

However, even the Dragon Nest Beastman advisers were dumbfounded by the allied forces’ chaotic actions, their originally discarded weapons and armor meant to distract and draw attention had spiraled into an unexpected chaos.

This inadvertently disrupted their original plan to gradually lure the allied forces into an ambush.

Two hours later, all the chaos finally subsided, and the furious Torres gathered his disordered army.

However, the three thousand soldiers of Neutral City they were facing had already disappeared into the mountains ahead, vanishing from the allied forces’ sight.

"Advance, pursue with the full army!"

Torres’s expression was quite grim.

"But General, the terrain of the mountains ahead..."

A military officer began to advise but was immediately interrupted by Torres, who exploded after bearing pent-up anger:

"I’m the commander here, I call the shots!"

The officer retracted his neck, retreated sweating profusely.

The army advanced at full speed; once they crossed the hills and mountains ahead, they could quickly penetrate into Neutral City, which with its extremely crude warrior setup, would fall in no time.

With the display of the enemy’s army collapsing before even engaging, Torres was filled with confidence, without fearing any other concerns.