Chapter 29: The War with the Harmon Territory (2)

The main forces of Viscount Harmon broke away from the conscripts and began to fiercely give chase -- but they could not catch up to the enemy in the least. Although both sides were infantrymen, the troops of the Forrest county were handpicked for their agility and had been given the lightest equipment.

Not being able to match their pace, Viscount Harmon decided to use his next resource.

Send the knights forth. Dont let them slip our grasp!

Viscount Harmon ordered forth the knights that were escorting him, assessing that no enemy infantryman could possibly outrun knights on horseback.

Yes, my Lord!

Viscount Harmons knights immediately spurred their horses on at his command. The number of horses that broke away from the rank and file was ten. This was the entirety of Viscount Harmons knights.

But right then

It seems theyre all coming out.

Tommy surveyed his surroundings before whipping out a small object and holding it to his mouth. And then

Piiiiieeee!

The sound of the object spread far and wide.

Whoa, how is that louder than a horn even though its smaller?

Rick watched Tommy with fascination.

The tool that Tommy was using had not actually existed in this world until now, but Milton had commissioned a blacksmith to produce it: a whistle. Milton had it crafted so that Rick and Tommy may send a signal once they and their troops reached the assigned location.

And right on cue, two throngs of soldiers appeared from either side.

The enemy has fallen for our trap!

Dont let a single one of them go!

These forces were led by Milton and Jerome respectively.

Leading a unit of 50 men each, Milton and Jerome lay in ambush on either side of the path, emerging at the signal of the whistle.

At the same time, Rick and Tommys retreating unit turned around and counterattacked the enemy.

Viscount Harmons knights were greatly bewildered by an attack incoming from three different sides: the front and both flanks.

Respond to them immediately!

Dont panic! The enemy is less in number!

The knights commanded their troops in order to maintain the battle lines with whatever means available and put up a fight, but such a feat was impossible. The battle formations had already been broken during their vain pursuit, and now they were being ambushed by an unexpected enemy.

The troops were stricken with fear, and the knights were also indeed unable to assess where they should respond to first.

It was the worst situation imaginable.

On top of that

The most decisive factor was Jerome Taker.

Your life is not worth my effort! Move!

KUUUH!

Several knights tried to block Jeromes path; but it was impossible to impede him, let alone slow his advance.

H- hes a monster.

Kuh someone do someth- UGH!

Jerome led the attack head-on and pressured the enemy one-sidedly. As he did so, the unit following his lead was filled with a rush of vigor.

Follow the lead of Sir Taker!

The enemy are on the brink of destruction!

Uooooooh!

The morale of the troops skyrocketed as they brutally assaulted the enemy lines with valor.

On the other hand, Viscount Harmons troops were struck with terror, their spirits having been completely consumed by their enemy. There was no way they could be a match.

Compared to the hardened soldiers of the Hildess Republic that they fought against on the Western Front, Viscount Harmons troops were nothing more than weaklings who had never experienced a proper battle before. Jerome trampled all over them without holding back, soon followed by Milton, Rick, and Tommy who also crashed into the enemy without hesitation.

Who what on earth is that monster? How did the Forrest county come upon a guy like that?

Viscount Harmon commented with a dispirited look as he watched his forces being destroyed.

He was a man who had lived a life far from the fires of war, as a noble in the peaceful countryside of a peaceful nation.

Through learned knowledge, he was roughly aware of what an Expert grade swordsman was capable of. Moreover, he also saw that the Expert knights were clearly given special treatment by the royal Capital. But this was his first time witnessing the skills of an Expert at full display on the battlefield.

This was not what he had imagined.

Experts they may be, Viscount Harmon did not think they would be this ferocious.

His entire body was overcome with terror as he watched his knights whose armaments he had poured a fortune into be unable to turn to every which direction to fight like a bunch of stiff scarecrows, as they were felled one by one.

Viscount Harmon is over there!

He was jolted back to his senses by an enemy soldiers announcement.

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