Chapter 313 Battle of Afton (Part )
In just three hours, the "first line of defense" army, which originally had more than 40,000 people, was reduced to only more than 10,000 people.

They were basically personal soldiers from various northern families, tied firmly to the chariots of northern nobles, and many of them held the status of knights.

They knew that even if they surrendered, they would gain no benefits, and their fate would even be more miserable, and their families would be implicated.

Among them were more than 3,000 heavy cavalry from the Principality of Bosk, nearly 7,000 elite spear and shield infantry, and more than 2,000 archers.

However, they were shocked to discover that not only the front line, but also the vanguard troops of the Burning Kingdom had already broken through the fragile defense line at the pass, infiltrated into the principality from the flank, and appeared behind them like a ghost, completely surrounding this stubborn army of only 10,000 people.

This was no longer just a mistake in battlefield decision-making, but an all-round crushing of marching speed, intelligence, tactics and even the military system.

——While the northern nobles were still immersed in the beautiful dream of defending the natural barrier, the troops of the Burning Cinders Kingdom had quickly completed the encirclement of this army through the cooperation of land and air forces and the cooperation of the "Nocturne" intelligence system, and even used propaganda warfare to destroy the enemy's morale before the war.

They are going to fight a war of annihilation.

Looking at the army in front of him that was eyeing him covetously, he turned around and looked at the pairs of eyes that were flashing with dim light behind him.

Finally, Loren Bosque fell into complete despair. He stared into the distance with empty eyes and kept shaking his head.

"No, it's impossible."

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

"I should have won a glorious victory, and then used the momentum of this victory to defeat my brother and become the true heir of the Bosque family."

In such a predicament, he was already somewhat incoherent.

It was not until the adjutant beside him reminded him that he came to his senses.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The red dragon's majestic and oppressive voice came from afar, but at this moment there seemed to be a hint of frivolity in the voice, which made Loren feel even more annoyed, but he was helpless.

"Time is running out."

"ten."

"Nine."

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Damn that evil dragon! How dare he treat us like this! And those lowly animals!"

"When the war is over, I will kill them all!"

As the numbers get closer to the end, the pressure gets heavier.

Under this heavy pressure, Lauren had completely lost his mind and could only curse.

In the military formation, even among the elite private armies raised by the nobles, and even those officers who held the title of knight and were granted land, some could not withstand the pressure and deserted.

Even the soldiers who stayed in the position were trembling and sweating, and had already lost their will to fight.

On the other hand, from the army of the Burning Kingdom, murderous gleams were already flashing in the eyes of the hobgoblins and ogres. They couldn't wait to rush forward and tear the enemy into pieces, to feel the rare pleasure of killing, and more importantly, to make achievements on the battlefield and become noble dragon-blooded aristocrats.

As for failure?

That was never on their radar, it was just a slightly dry joke that could be published in the humor section of the Kingdom Daily.

"Four."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"I've already given you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it."

The voice was exceptionally calm, as if it was stating a very ordinary little thing.

"So... crush them." Suddenly, as the red dragon's final order was issued, the entire wasteland seemed to boil.

"Crush them!"

"For the Burning Kingdom!"

"Fight for the Great Red Dragon!"

The war drums of the satyrs were booming, the roars of the dragons were noisy and piercing, and the war cries of the hobgoblins and ogres were as fierce as burning flames. There was also the dull sound of heavy artillery wheels rolling over the ground.

This chaotic sound, reflecting the kingdom's military might, intertwined across the wasteland, shocking the surrounded enemies.

In the ogre cannon camp in the rear, the ogre Big Head, who was the artillery commander, was about to issue an order to bomb the enemy's camp, but was personally stopped by the earth elf marshal Doro.

"Stop, there's no need to waste shells here. If it ends too quickly, it will be meaningless."

"It's been a long time since they tasted blood."

Doro looked at the seemingly solid human position in the distance, a ferocious smile on his face.

In fact, Dolo had more than just these considerations. He also wanted to keep these artillery pieces as a trump card until the end, not giving the Northerners a chance to respond in advance.

This so-called "war" was more like an ordinary infantry training. He did not even send out the dragon cavalry or mobilize the flying dragon legion. He just let the soldiers holding semi-automatic rifles charge.

Loren stared at the terrifying and rapidly advancing army, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face became extremely distorted.

"Stop, stop them!"

"Hurry up, you idiots, get to the front!"

However, after repeated reminders from his adjutant, he calmed down and began to apply the tactical knowledge he had learned since childhood to think about corresponding tactical countermeasures.

Loren stared at the enemy with gloomy eyes, but he was shocked to find that they did not send out cavalry and spearmen and shield soldiers to charge as expected, but instead put the most vulnerable infantry with guns in the front and let them charge.

This was undoubtedly a tactical contempt from the opponent, but it also gave Lauren a valuable opportunity - the opportunity to achieve victory.

As the commander of this war, he naturally studied the army of the Burning Kingdom through magical images.

Those long sticks called "guns" are a kind of terrible long-range weapons, but their disadvantage is that they take a very long time to reload, and during this interval they are unable to deal with the enemy's attack.

But he had three thousand of the most elite heavy cavalry under his command, enough to tear apart this group of fragile infantry.

Thinking of this, Loren skillfully climbed onto the horse and put on a helmet with a lion's mane.

"Call all cavalry and prepare for a mass charge!"

"Let the archers cover us."

"Yes, my lord."

The herald hurried to the cavalry position to convey the commander's order, and the adjutant also put on his full armor.

"How dare you look down on me like this."

"I will make you pay."

Lauren gritted his teeth and couldn't help but sneer.

He knew that after losing most of his troops, this might be a war that could not be won.

But he wanted to make those who dared to look down on him, Loren Bosk, suffer a little, and also make himself a hero worthy of being recorded in the family tree and even in the history of the North.

"The lion of the Bosque family will bite off your arms even if it means death."

He lowered the heavy visor in front of his helmet and thought viciously in his heart.

(End of this chapter)