Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Its nearly over.

Harman Teslon smiled as the battlefield unfolded just as expected. The overwhelming difference in troop numbers, combined with the strategies that had been meticulously prepared, everything aligned perfectly.

Among them, the highlight was undoubtedly the presence of the high-ranking knight, Raul, who successfully blocked Patrick McLean.

I did well not to announce it.

Whether a high-ranking knight exists or how many are there.

That was the greatest standard that divided an order of medium-ranking knights from high-ranking knights.

In the current era, the military power of the nobility was measured by the number of knights and their ranks.

The presence of a high-ranking knight was directly linked to the prestige of a noble, and while ordinary lords boasted instead of hiding, they usually did not bother to conceal their presence.

But its better to hide them for times like this.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the knights pushing Patrick McLean back.

Then he saw the infantrys encirclement taking shape and the cavalry seizing the enemys rear, and he clenched his fist tightly.

Moreover, the enemy infantry was completely trapped by the interference of the allied archers.

Its finished!

Harman Teslon was certain of the wars victory.

Now, just need to smash Patrick and conquer the McLean Castle. After that, hah, nothing else is needed.

As he indulged in this comfortable and blissful imagination for a moment, an unusual noise came from the rear.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Cavalry has appeared in the rear! About three hundred horsemen!

Cavalry? Did the McLean household have more elites?

It was natural for the earl to think that way.

In the current era, cavalrymen, who usually underwent knight training, were a high-end military unit.

In fact, aside from the order of knights or even rarer mages, they were the elite of the elite.

But

Theyre not wearing full plate armor. They dont have lances either! Wearing leather armor, the only weapon they have is a small crossbow, and theyre loaded with wooden boxes. They dont seem like regular McLean troops.

Crossbows?

Is that the weapon used by hunters?

With that remark, the earl scoffed, shedding any tension.

Order a portion of the rear troops and archers to shoot them down. If theyre not elite troops, theyre just rabble.

The earl gave a logical instruction, and his deputy accepted it as a matter of course.

But shortly after, the earl witnessed a scene that shattered his common sense.

Ratatat!

Aaargh!

With spread screams, dozens, no, close to hundreds of soldiers were dropping like flies.

What on earth is that? Dammit! Stop them! Stop those damn bastards right now!

The war he thought was already decided started to flow in an unexpected direction.

* * *

The mercenaries dashed out swiftly. Nothing stood in their way.

They spotted something being prepared by the enemies, but by now, the distance had already closed significantly.

Ill kill you all, damn rats.

The distance between the enemys rear and the mercenaries was about 400 meters.

With a war bow, which was a standard among archers, even with the best firing angle, that distance was beyond the range of a parabolic shot.

However, there was no hesitation in Logans command.

Fire!

Chachachak.

Every mercenary moved in unison, aiming at the enemy.

Fire!

Logans crossbow fired first.

The bolt, gleaming with a faint golden hue, penetrated the head of the rearmost soldier.

Hundreds of bolts poured out like a storm after, turning Teslon soldiers into a beehive.

Aaargh!

What thewhat is this?

Whats flying at us?!

From that distance?

Something unexpected that flew in, piercing the bodies of their comrades mercilessly.

The few soldiers who survived turned pale.

It must be magic!

The scream of someone confused by the unidentified attack caused even more chaos in the Teslon camp.

Magician ambush in the rear!

It was a ridiculous mistake, but the ensuing motion of the enemies only amplified the mistake.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Line charge!

Neeigh!

The mercenaries who were plunging toward the rear sharply turned right, heading towards the north.

Aim for the archers first!

At the command, the mercenaries aimed their crossbows to the left.

Squick.

314 repeating crossbows aimed in unison at their respective targets.

Kill them all!

The long-suppressed anger erupted like a volcano, and the vengeance-packed crossbows rained down on the enemies.

Papapapak.

Aaargh!

Arrows! Its arrows!

Counter! Counter-fire!

Shoot the bows!

Desperate voices rang out, and the longbowmen shot their arrows into the air, but their hastily aimed shots felled no one, landing uselessly.

Even if aimed well, it wouldnt matter.

Logans mercenaries maintained a distance of over 300 meters from the battlefield, crossing the north.

While they crossed, they continued to rain down shot after shot at the enemys rear.

Under Kais training, they skillfully maintained a distance the enemy arrows couldnt reach, all the while.

Run for it!

Where to?!

Forward, lets move forward!

Youre mad! Theres a battlefield in front!

Without proper engagement, they were simply slaughtered.

From the far rear, soldiers began deserting, breaking the formation, creating a current that swept across the battlefield.

Even those clueless about the situation were swept up by the turmoil and began deserting.

And the impact of their actions was immediate.

Cavalry! Redirect the cavalry! Catch them!

If they fail to catch them, itll be the end.

Struggling to hold on to his wits in what felt like a nightmare, Harman Teslon shouted.

No matter how pressing the situation, he couldnt spare the knights.

A fight between power users could end in an instant with a single gap shown.

So for now, the best option was to redirect the cavalry assaulting the McLean camps rear.