Rise of the Horde-Chapter 270 -

270 Chapter 27Commander Lastam frowned after realizing that the first wave of their attack did no serious to their enemies as they were blocked off in front of the destroyed gate, “Send in the second wave…” his emotionless voice came. Lishtal by his side nodded his head and began the arrangements for the second wave to form up. They had a lot of cannon fodders to spare as there were plenty of young hot-blooded men who joined their group when they were acknowledge by the current king as one of his men which range from soldiers who failed to become officially one, rebellious youths who wanted to seek the thrill of battle and bandits who wanted to still continue on what they were used to do except this time with the permission of the crown.

Men equipped with different types of weapons began forming up to the front, there attires also varied with some wearing leather armor, some with chainmail, some with plate armors and some with no armors at all and just with their usual daily clothes. As soon as the mixed infantry were gathered, Lishtal gave them the command to march forward and join the fray as soon as possible.

Lishtal gave off a light chuckle when the infantry that was assembled charged right in with no order at all after the command to attack was given by him. They started their mad sprint from the very beginning, eager to join the battle as soon as possible but it threw whatever formation they had into chaos. Men waving around their weapons came charging in a messy order as those who were faster in running overtook their peers and went ahead of them while those with slower legs were left behind.

Baron Masud felt his arms going numb after firing arrows nonstop as his body wasn’t accustomed to such activity and even with his meager First Realm of Power strength, it can’t support him that much. Captain Kertakk stood behind the formed infantry and continued on giving orders to his soldiers with the aid of his sergeants. He was thankful that the morale of his men was high thanks to the efforts of the baron whether it was intentional or not.

“Hold your ground!!!”

“Push them back!!!”

“Give them not even an inch!!!”

Loud cries came from his soldiers who were in the thick of the battle as they slowly thinned down the number of the enemy cavalry that just engaged them with the assistance of the archers on the walls. While the enemy cavalry was held in place by the infantry down below, the archers on the walls didn’t waste the opportunity to shoot at their almost stationary targets which fell many of them. The volley of arrows seized to exist as archers shot their arrows whenever possible as not to miss the chance to hit their targets who remained in almost the same spot when they reloaded.

The mixed enemy infantry successfully joined in the fray after being baptized by a few rains of arrows but instead of being a help to their pinned down cavalry comrades, they just quickened their deaths as they pushed them forward to their deaths along the wall of spears that was waiting for them. Enraged by the actions of their allies, a leader of a small group among the first wave signaled for his men to withdraw from the battle less their dumb allies shove them to their deaths. Upon noticing that their fellow riders began retreating from the fight, the rest joined in as they rode away from the battle. No one among them would want to die and they would avoid heading to their own deaths whenever possible, they were just caught up in the chaotic battle and since someone started to retreat, they would just follow along. Google search f𝔯𝒆𝑒we𝚋𝓃૦ν𝙚Ɩ. c૦m

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With the cavalry retreating from the fight, the mixed infantry finally got to the front and they eagerly charged in. Those who were quick on their feet slammed against the wall of spears and met their end there and their hopes of being the hero who changed the battle was dashed as they lay there in their last moments realizing that their previous actions were too rash but it was too late for regrets as the grip of death tightened upon them and welcomed them in its embrace.

Although not powerful in the standards of warriors of the kingdom, the tight formation and the advantage in circumstances allowed the soldiers of Baron Masud to triumph against the more numerous numbers of their foes. They just had one job to do which was to block the ten-meter-wide entrance to the town and their foes had to go through them. The greater number of their foes were rendered useless since they had to funnel themselves within the ten-meter-wide entrance in order to strike their foes who were making use of the narrow pass to hold them off.

“Useless imbeciles.” Commander Lastam commented while watching the second wave of their attack. “Lishtal! Get everyone to prepare! I had enough of the disappointing performance of the new bloods… We will join in the battle.” The commander’s voice came, the tone of his voice clearly displeased by the performance of their previous attacks.

A veteran of their group laughed heartily after hearing the order of their leader, “Hahaha! Don’t be too hard on them boss, they just need a little guidance from us their seniors.”

“That’s right! That’s right! Don’t worry boss, we will teach them well!” another one of the veterans joined in with all smiles.

“Alright lads! It’s time to show these newbies how it is done!” the one who was a member of the original bandit group of the commander shouted as he rallied his fellow oldies in the group. Lishtal had nothing to say as he didn’t have the confidence in controlling the older members of the group who only listened to Commander Lastam. His standing as the second in command was useless to these fellas as they believe in nothing but strength and in order for you to obey your words, you had to pummel them ruthlessly to the ground which he had no confidence in doing since they were stronger than him.