Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 705: Victory

TL: Rui88

Looking at the still high-spirited Wardle, Kalem felt an indescribable sorrow in his heart.

This time, as commander, he had to fail a warrior of the plains like Wardle.

Two consecutive cavalry charges had failed to achieve the desired effect.

Although thick smoke obscured the battlefield, Kalem learned the true situation from the men who returned.

Few enemies had been killed, but their own losses were not small. The bodies of warhorses and warriors formed a circle outside the human squares.

“Wardle, we cannot continue like this,” Kalem said bitterly.

“What… what?” Wardle’s eyes widened, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing.

His commander, since leading the army into Ordo, had been invincible, crushing all resistance and achieving great merit.

They were on the verge of reaching the edge of the sea. How could they give up because of this small setback?

The orc army on this westward march was all from the Grey Wolf Tribe, which was not considered a core part of the power structure of the King’s Tent.

But if they could bring the entire northwestern region of the Kingdom of Ordo under their control, the Grey Wolf Tribe’s status in the King’s Tent would undoubtedly be greatly elevated.

Wardle was still in a daze. Kalem flicked his horsewhip. “Have Volak lead his troops to form the rearguard.”

“Lord Colum! Just once, let me try one more time!” Wardle still wanted to argue.

“Wardle!” The orc commander sternly rebuked him. “This is not the time for rashness. Until we find a way to counter them, we cannot let the Warriors of the Plains be sacrificed in vain.”

He reached out his broad hand and grasped the other’s. “Trust me! Soon we will be able to have it out with them, chasing those humans until we see the sea.”

“It seems the orcs are really going to withdraw from the battlefield!”

On a slightly elevated mound, Schroeder and the others judged the enemy’s movements. At this time, the infantry squares were still advancing steadily forward under the cover of the cavalry.

“They have left a small rearguard. Perhaps we should send out our cavalry to attack and try to inflict greater casualties on them.”

He suggested this to Paul, his voice tinged with hope.

“Alright!” Paul agreed this time.

When the news reached the left and right wings, the cavalrymen were all excited.

Since the cavalry’s main task was to cover the infantry squares on the flanks, many had been mere spectators throughout the entire process.

At the beginning of the battle, they had been full of worry and anxiety about the strength of the orc cavalry, but as the enemy’s offensive faltered and the advantage shifted to the Ordo army’s side, the desire for merit inevitably became active.

Once the order was given, the Ordo cavalry, like unleashed fighting dogs, eagerly charged towards the orc rearguard.

“The human cavalry is here!”

“How dare they! Form up, take them down!”

The orc cavalry in the rearguard were very surprised and angrily prepared to teach the enemy a lesson.

However, that heart-stopping whistling sound rang out once more.

The Ordo army’s dozens of cannons roared, pouring deadly fire upon the heads of these rearguard cavalry, forcing them to scatter.

“Damn it!” The orc general Volak, who was in charge of the rearguard, cursed angrily. “How are we supposed to fight like this!”

At that moment, a cannonball happened to strike the ground to his side. The splashing dirt covered his face, and the force of it made his whole face burn.

Volak wiped the mud from his face, thankful for his good fortune.

But by this time, the Ordo cavalry had already drawn near.

The Alda artillerymen stopped their bombardment in time. If Alda infantry had been carrying out the attack, the artillery support could have continued for a few more rounds. Unfortunately, the cavalry from the Royal Capital and other territories lacked coordinated training with the Alda artillery. To avoid friendly fire, they did not dare to do so.

The orc rearguard scrambled to regroup, but before the Ordo cavalry, who were already charging at high speed, it seemed a bit too late.

The Ordo cavalry struck like a clenched fist, while they were still a scattered mess.

But the orcs were no pushovers. They used their superb riding skills to manoeuvre against the Ordo cavalry, and their lighter equipment gave them an advantage in agility.

Derrick Heller and Garrett Ferdinand, fully armed, rode on horseback. They were very close to each other, one holding a chain mace, the other a longsword.

As the younger generation of their respective families, they had both longed since childhood for the day they would gallop across a battlefield. They had dreamed of one day serving as knights of the kingdom to gain experience at the Watcher’s Fortress, cutting down orc barbarians there. But they had not expected to fulfill this wish right on their own doorstep.

The two young men knew each other and had a bit of a rivalry, but they also cooperated well, leading their respective families’ knights, covering each other as they charged and fought among the orc cavalry.

The fighting was not intense. The orc cavalry’s task was to cover the retreat of the main force, so they fought while retreating. In the end, they managed to shake off the pursuit of the Ordo cavalry with their superb riding skills and headed east.

The Ordo army had achieved a complete victory. Since the defeat at Sunset Valley, for the first time on the battlefield, they had defeated a sizable orc army in a proper, pitched battle.

“Hooray!” “Victory!”

Fervent shouts erupted one after another. Everyone desperately vented the excitement in their hearts. Many embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces.

“Congratulations, hero of the kingdom!”

When the commanders of the various units gathered together, Catherine kissed her fiancé in front of everyone. Because it was so sudden, Paul’s entire face turned red, which drew a round of laughter from the crowd.

Later that evening, the battlefield was cleared. The Ordo army had lost 313 men, with 132 wounded. They had killed 2,235 orcs and captured 813, and had also seized 1,045 warhorses.

The lopsided exchange ratio shocked everyone. They had all thought they had just been through a brutal battle, but they had not expected their own casualties to be so low.

…

“Your Majesty!”

In the Crystal Shine Palace, a retainer hurriedly entered the king’s study. His loss of composure was such that it could almost be described as bursting in.

“Please, don’t bring me any bad news.”

The young king, who was writing at his desk, looked up, his brow tightly furrowed. The orc invasion had already given him enough of a headache.

“No, it’s good news!”

“Good news?” 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

“Yes!” the retainer almost shouted. “The kingdom’s army has won a victory in the Northwest!” With that, he presented a piece of paper.

Thanks to the telegraph line extending from the Northwest to Crystal Shine, the news of the victory on the Ursora Plains had reached Crystal Shine within half a day.

Rodney XVIII’s eyes widened. “It’s Grayman! A victory, another victory!”

“Heavenly Father be praised!” The king excitedly stood up from his seat and snatched the letter from the retainer’s hand.

He unfolded it and eagerly read its contents.

The orc cavalry had approached, the Ordo army had stood firm, forming squares to resist the enemy’s charge. The orcs’ attack had been fruitless, and they had suffered heavy casualties, forcing them to withdraw from the battlefield.

The account was very simple. The king was joyful, yet with a hint of regret.

This was not a resounding battle of annihilation, but it was enough.

At that moment, another retainer walked in.

“Your Majesty, Prince Jassim has finished negotiating with the orcs and has just returned.”