Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

It wasnt long after a distant shout had echoed.

A sneak attack in the rear tunnel by the enemy forces! About 20 enemy knights!

The soldiers urgent report followed.

Upon hearing the report, Logan broke into a smile.

Twenty, you say Good.

What?

The soldier who had reported the attack looked at Logan with a confused expression. Logan then turned his eyes to the battlefield and bellowed loudly.

All troops!!

As the eyes of the Maclaine soldiers focused on him, he commanded:

Charge!

Drawing his sword, Logan pointed toward the enemys fortress.

What?

The soldier who had reported the rear attack looked alternately at Logan and the rear, with a bewildered expression.

Uwaaaaah!

After more than half a day of tedious standoff, the Maclaine knights charged forward at that instant.

Following closely were the crossbow cavalry and infantry, and even Logan, who had given the command, joined in the charge.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The base camp left behind hurled itself entirely towards the front.

What the Ah, never mind.

The soldier who had reported the ambush beheld the front and rear interchangeably before he, too, began sprinting toward the front.

Naturally, chaos ensued among the enemy forces as the significantly larger Maclaine forces began their charge.

Block them! Block them!

The sight of the enemy commander shouting from atop the ramparts looked pitiful compared to the panic of the enemy soldiers.

Despite the enemys frenzy of longbows unleashing arrows, they could not stop the charging Maclaine knights.

Ratatatatang.

A mere force of around 500 could not unseat even a single Maclaine knight with their haphazard volleys of arrows against over a hundred knights.

Watching the scene, Logan breathed a sigh of relief.

Half of their knights have pulled to the rear. This should be enough. Heinkel will handle them well.

Undoubtedly, he could at the very least tie down their forces here if not eliminate them entirely.

That was all that was needed for Logans stratagem.

We will dig tunnels to collapse the walls. To simply break the support beams from below with earth magic is not that demanding of a spell.

Although Clayton had proposed using earth magic and golem combinations to dig tunnels, which was a charming strategy, it seemed a bit rushed for the punctual end needed before Biprost reinforcements could arrive.

Even calculating optimistically, it seemed they might only collapse the walls right before the enemy reinforcements.

Therefore, Logan decided to use the tactic of revealing his hand in order to lure the enemy forces.

While making a mere show of shooting crossbows to divert attention.

What would you have done if the ploy failed to attract them?

Looking to the side, Logan saw a middle-aged magician exuding the aura of a valiant warrior, wearing armor suited for a soldier instead of his usual robe. He made a better magician in this attireClayton.

There was no way it wouldnt. They were too anxious facing vastly inferior numbers and trembling walls. Only a fool would remain idle in such a circumstance.

The vibrations of the wall were nothing but a bluff, a result of Claytons magic.

It was bait to lure the enemy, and the bait had succeeded splendidly.

Now we just have to seize the stronghold.

Logans fiery red eyes watched the Maclaine knights who had just reached the fortress walls.

Thump.

The first knights to arrive dealt a blow to the gates.

However, a forbidding grid of metal bars emerged from behind the slightly shattered gate debris.

The knights immediately turned back, seeing the barrier of iron bars designed to block the gate.

Rather than breach that, it would be easier to collapse the walls.

It was only a test thrust from the knights to begin with.

They quickly retreated and looked to Logan for direction.

There. There. There.

Sensing points beyond the ramparts, Logan pointed out three spots to the knights who had just arrived at the wall, showing three fingers.

It indicated the locations of the higher-ranking knights.

Just as promised, his men avoided those places and began vaulting up onto the wall.

Thirty or more knights are returning to the north wall!

Fifty to the south wall!

Madness erupted among the enemy on the walls.

Surveying the movements of enemy forces now struggling to intercept Maclaine knights, Logans gaze quickly shifted.

Now, we just need to capture it as swiftly as possible. Please assist.

Thats what Im here for.

Logan watched as a twinge of power surged within Clayton, who bore a wry smile, before shifting his gaze briefly to his father who had handed him full command and was waiting for a signal.

Nodding at his father, Logan refocused his sensations on the wall.

A top-tier knight and the strongest advanced knight.

Two of Maclaines most formidable powers began to exploit gaps in the enemys defenses on the ramparts.

In Logans field of vision danced two knights who were fervently making their mark.

Good grief

Both were dear to him, and both were now dangerously drawing the enemys attention.

Yet, he could not dampen their achievements on the battlefield.

It was neither fair nor proper, considering their growth and the fact that they were handling the situation very well indeed.

Logans face broke into a smile while alternately watching the ginger-haired male and female knights frolicking atop the wall as if they owned it.

I can do this!

Eileen steeled her determination as she gazed at the wall in front of her.

The grueling training from the past few months had been for this damned siege.

Though there were safety measures in place, like a lord or a knight commander, or occasionally young master Logan, the cliff itself was even taller than these walls.

In contrast to that cliff, where finding footing was tricky, the dirt jutting out from various places on the wall served almost like stepping stones.

Eileen could tell, with her particularly acute senses, that this small miracle was the handiwork of a single person near Logan, dressed in soldiers armor.

The magician. Likely that one

At this distance where arrows could barely reach, the only one capable of lending such aid would be that grim middle-aged man, the head of the wizards tower.

Perhaps Logan and the lords werent leading from the front to protect that magician.

But there was no time for such petty concerns.

I will distinguish myself!

If anyone in the current Maclaine knights yearned for valor, it was surely her.

This was a chance to rid herself of the tail of her gender and be recognized as a knight.