Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 682: The Rout 2

TL: Rui88

When he saw the dust kicking up ahead and felt the vibrations under his feet growing stronger, Montret was initially stunned.

What was happening? Had the orcs turned back for another charge?

The orc heavy cavalry, clad head-to-toe in heavy armor and holding lances, charged out of the dust, galloping towards the Ordo infantry.

The orc light cavalry, which had previously retreated in “disarray,” had provided excellent cover for their advance.

Montret’s face went pale, and he hastily ordered his men to prepare to meet the enemy.

“Form ranks! Form ranks!”

“Get into formation!”

“Everyone back to your positions!”

The officers shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to find their subordinates.

But this was an impossible task in such a short amount of time.

The infantry had already pursued for a long distance, and their initial order was long gone.

It was under these conditions that they met the charge of the orc heavy cavalry.

The orc cavalry charged in a tight formation, a scene like an iron hammer smashing into a huge block of cheese.

Pfft!

The first unfortunate soul appeared, a sharp lance piercing his stomach, sending the target flying backwards.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth… the orc heavy cavalry directly carved out a long corridor of flesh and blood.

The moment the two sides made contact, the Ordo army suffered massive casualties.

The orcs were tall and strong, riding large warhorses, clad in heavy armor, and wielding lances. Man and horse together weighed half a ton, and when such a mass charged at a speed of over thirty kilometers per hour, the force it generated was something scattered infantry could not withstand.

For a time, the teeth-grinding sounds of violent collisions and painful screams filled the battlefield. Countless men were either smashed or trampled into a pulp by the orc cavalry.

Many men desperately used their long spears to counter the charging heavy cavalry, but the enemy, both man and horse, were covered in thick armor. A single spear could only inflict negligible damage—and that was if one was lucky enough to strike the mount or the rider’s body.

The scattered Ordo infantry simply could not withstand such a powerful charge. Most of them were cannon fodder conscripted at the last minute. When fighting a battle that was going their way, their morale was high, as if they were unstoppable. But upon suffering a setback, their morale plummeted instantly, turning them into a flock of sheep to be slaughtered at will.

“Ah—!”

Sir Montret, in charge of this group of infantry, had a crazed expression.

The victory he had thought was within his grasp had shattered like a beautiful bubble. How could he accept it? He could only swing the greatsword in his hands with all his might to vent the fury in his heart.

Bang!

A huge force struck his helmet, sending Montret’s entire body spinning into the air before he fell heavily to the ground.

An orc heavy cavalryman had targeted him, but fortunately, the terrifying lance had only grazed the edge of Montret’s helmet.

The orc did not have time to turn his horse around and continued to chase his next target. Lying on the ground, Montret saw stars, and when he tried to get up, the world just spun.

“Sir!”

Before long, he was helped up by someone. It was the knights of the Tavares family who had come to his rescue.

“Where is my army? Where is my army? I need to rally my army!”

Montret shouted, looking all around, only to see corpses everywhere.

Further away, the chase and flight of orc cavalry and human infantry was still playing out.

“My lord, we must go! We have already lost. Tom and the others have snatched a few horses. Let’s leave quickly while the orcs aren’t paying attention.”

“No, I must protect Her Highness the Princess. Where is Her Highness?”

But the family knights would not listen to his protests. Several of them held him firmly and fled in a panic.

On the other side of the battlefield, what was originally the left wing of the Ordo army, was a cavalry force composed of knights from all over the Blackstone Plains.

When the central army under Montret’s command was counter-attacked by the orc heavy cavalry, these knights had intended to go to their rescue.

But the orc light cavalry gathered like a sandstorm, using their flexible mobility to tie them down.

The knights fought hard but could never break free, and could only watch as the infantry fell into the abyss of annihilation.

After that, the doom of destruction descended upon the heads of the knights.

The orc heavy cavalry, having finished off the Ordo infantry, did not pause in the slightest, but immediately turned their horses and charged towards them.

The knights, who had been scattered while pursuing the infantry, quickly reformed their ranks during the transition, once again becoming a sharp spearhead.

The Ordo knights, on the other hand, were unable to form a line due to the harassment of the enemy light cavalry.

The scene of an iron hammer striking cheese occurred again. The orc heavy cavalry smashed through the knights’ ranks without any suspense, then wheeled around to strike again, charging repeatedly.

The knights of the Blackstone Plains were far stronger than the weak infantry. They inflicted considerable casualties on the orcs, but it was not enough to save themselves, let alone change the tide of the entire battle.

When Klein and Lester led the flanking cavalry onto the battlefield, they saw a terrifying sight.

The infantry phalanx in the center had been annihilated, and the cavalry on the left wing also appeared to be on the brink of total destruction.

The bodies of human soldiers lay strewn across the ground, and the air was thick with the rich smell of blood.

“Where is Her Highness?”

One look and it was clear something terrible had happened.

“Look, over there!”

Klein followed the direction Lester was pointing and saw the royal banner fluttering there.

And surrounding it was a dense mass of the orc army.

“Quick! Follow me to rescue Her Highness the Princess!”

The two were extremely anxious after seeing this and immediately led the cavalry behind them to charge towards the location of the royal banner.

…

Wardle used all his strength, wielding the long saber gifted to him by General Colum, to slash at his opponent.

With a clang, the longsword that met his strike snapped in two.

“Hahaha, a fine blade!”

His spirits soared, and his one eye shone with a brilliant light, as if spitting fire.

The sharp long saber swung swiftly. The disarmed enemy had no time to react before he slit his throat.

Bright red blood spurted a great distance as the knight fell unwillingly to the ground.

Suddenly, the sounds of battle cries surged like a tide. Wardle looked around and saw his own cavalry pouring in from all directions.

There were light cavalry with bows and arrows, as well as menacing heavy cavalry.

It seemed the human central and left wings were finished!

Wardle quietly let out a huge sigh of relief, then threw himself back into the fight.

To hold back this elite enemy force, he and his men had suffered more than half casualties.

Even he himself had a shocking gash across his chest.

Fortunately, the sacrifice was worth it. They had finally held out until their main force arrived.

Seeing the human soldiers still fighting bravely, a sense of respect rose in Wardle’s heart.