Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 852 - 91 The Final Assault_2

Chapter 852: Chapter 91 The Final Assault_2 Chapter 852: Chapter 91 The Final Assault_2 But engulfed in the colossal whirlpool of the battlefield, they felt incredibly small and helpless.

First, it was just a breaking point, then a company, and soon after, a battalion.

The Terdun Cavalry with their scimitars and lances drove the fleeing troops towards the adjacent camp, but they quickly encountered the first barrier—the fences and stakes between camps.

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On the left flank, the second line of defense.

Witnessing Hell descend upon the earth, Monkey and Doug’s palms turned cold and their limbs went limp.

A trench had been dug in front of both battle lines.

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The fleeing soldiers first tried to escape to the east and west, hindered by fences and stakes. Then they turned towards the rear, stopping at the edge of the second trench.

One after another, the panic-stricken fleeing soldiers jumped directly into the trench.

Sneering savages raised their scimitars high, and the skull of a young man begging for help at the edge of the trench caved in, instantly sapping his strength.

Monkey watched in horror as the body of a child even younger than himself fell into the trench, his heartbeat skipping a beat.

Sergeant Lu Xirong wore an expressionless face, seemingly untouched by the scene. He drew his bow, firing an arrow into the cheek of a grinning savage: “Move the barricades!”

The barbarian fell from his horse, not yet fully dead. The old sergeant drew another arrow, but for some reason, he turned and shot at another barbarian.

Monkey swallowed hard, unable to watch any longer.

When they were digging the trenches, the company commander specifically ordered that every twenty meters, a two-meter section be left undug to serve as a passageway wide enough for three men or two horses to pass side by side.

The entrance to the passageway was blocked with caltrops and cheval de frise, with fences restricting either side, leading directly to the rear of the battle line.

The light infantry moved through these passages in the battle formation, and food and water were also delivered to each camp through them.

The militiamen guarding the passage removed the obstacles, and the fleeing soldiers finally found a way out, surging towards the passage like mad.

Two lines of defense were positioned fifty meters apart. Those mere fifty meters were the distance between life and death.

The barbarians killed wantonly between the two trenches, with the slower fleeing soldiers falling one after another.

At the entrance to the passage, people pushed against each other, with the oppressed constantly screaming and more fleeing soldiers being shoved into the trench.

Behind the crowd, the barbarians were wielding their scimitars, madly hacking away.

“Pick up your weapons!” Monkey heard the company commander roar: “Kill any fleeing soldier who charges our formation without mercy!”

He also heard the company commander angrily curse: “Where are the light troops? Damn it! Where!”

The light troops hurried over, standing behind the trench, doing their utmost to shoot down the enemy.

However, the people of Terdun kept pouring through the breach into the first line of defense, seemingly inexhaustible.

As more and more soldiers were deployed, the Terdunians pulled down the barriers between the camps and pushed them towards both sides.

The breach turned into an ulcer, and the first line of defense was on the verge of collapse; the second line was equally wavering.

A Terdun champion, looking to break through the defense, threw away his blunted blade, grabbed a new one, and pulled on his horse’s reins looking around.

Suddenly, he spurred his mount, charging straight towards the second line of defense’s passage. The surrounding Terdun warriors did not hesitate to follow closely.

The heavily armored warhorses charged, barging through everything in their path. The fleeing soldiers at the entrance of the passage couldn’t dodge in time and were all pushed into the trench.

The Terdun champion broke into the second trench, nearly breaking through the formation, when a dark shadow, accompanied by the whistling of wind, approached him.

Monkey saw the company commander, wielding an astonishingly long pike, bellowing as he struck at the leader of the barbarians who looked as though he’d been fished out of a pool of blood.

The Terdun champion’s reaction speed was far beyond that of ordinary people; leaning back just in time, he narrowly avoided the blow.

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The pike grazed the saddle’s leather and broke instantly. The warhorse too buckled on its hind legs and collapsed with a piteous whinny.

Old Sergeant Lu Xirong, blocked by his own men, couldn’t shoot his arrow and cursed furiously, picking up a stone and throwing it: “Idiots! What are you staring at? Kill them!”

The other militiamen, coming to their senses, swung flails and poles, while the long spears stabbed wildly at the other side of the fence.

The Terdun cavalry’s spears and scimitars also jabbed back through the gaps in the fence.

Both sides slaughtered each other across a layer of fencing, each screaming in languages the other couldn’t understand.

The Terdun Cavalry, clad in heavy armor, barely felt the clubs and spears striking them.

The militia of Iron Peak County dressed only in cloth; a single thrust of a cavalry spear left a ghastly, gaping wound.

With eyes widened in terror, Monkey’s nostrils flared many times over, his breathing so intense it drummed against his eardrums.

All around were people; Monkey couldn’t even make out where the barbarians were. He propped his long spear on a horizontal fence bar, jabbing back and forth like a bellows pump.

Stepping on something slick, Monkey lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It was only then that he saw what he trod upon was a piece of intestine, and at the other end of the intestine was the abdominal cavity of a fellow villager writhing in agony.

“Mother!” Monkey wailed uncontrollably, his greed—which had propelled him this far—completely crushed.

Not the least bit religious, Monkey vomited while desperately making signs: “Save me! Please, save me!”

“Don’t fucking stab people!” the company commander, struggling like a tug of war holding onto a cavalry spear, shouted, “Kill their horses! Stab their horses!”

Another scimitar reached over the fence, swinging down towards the company commander.

Monkey’s company commander seemed to forget he could dodge; gripping the spear shaft firmly, he watched the blade descend upon his stiff body, chopping off half of his left shoulder.

The blade stuck in the bone, and Monkey’s company commander staggered and fell. Panicked militiamen clumsily dragged him toward the rear.

Even as he lay dying, Monkey’s company commander continued to shriek: “Stab their horses!”

Between the two fences, that Terdun champion had already mounted another horse. He too was bellowing commands: “Herde Language: Pull down the fences! Tear down the fences!”