Bab 39: True master of the battlefield
A year had passed since the beginning of the event. The war between the resistance and the Lyriel had reached an unprecedented stage.
In a battlefield, two sides faced each other. The Lyriel religion army were clad in black leather armor while wielding barbaric weapons. They mounted ferocious beasts instead of the normal battle steeds. Their battle formation was not normal, depicting their barbaric and war-hungry nature. Their hundred and fifty thousand men, with fifty thousand mounting ferocious beasts made the other side shudder in fear.
On the other side, there was a lineup of different soldiers. The sultanate army, the resistance and the warriors of the Devrik guild. The soldiers from the sultanate were a total of 600 calvary men and 12 infantry regiment consiting about 300 soldiers each. The Devrik guild onl had a a hundred calvary men, fifty archers and 700 infantry soldiers. The resistance had 200 archers, 3000 infantry soldiers and 1200 calvary men.
"How are we going to fight so many enemies. Our coalition army isn't even half of theirs." A general from the sultanate said with worry. It was unreasonable for a mere human to face such battle.
"The guild, no matter how little we are will fight those mongrels of that filthy religion to the last breath." A young boy with long black hair, pale skin and dark eyes said with seriousness. His gaze were cold and murderous when he looked at the opposite side.
"C'mon Aries! How do we deal with those men when we will die in minutes?" Another from the resistance spoke up while shivering in fear.
"Easy! Our tactics will be simple. They attack as a horde, so they are scattered and combined. They cannot attack orderly. The archers will fire twenty percent of the arrow reserves. Thirty percent of our calvary will throw javelins into their horde targeting the east and west flank. During that period, our remaining calvary and archers will lay ambushed on the southern flank, but they would only attack when our forces has dwindled to ten percent. The infantry soldiers should be divided in half, with the most experienced veterans targeting the head in-between each flanks. Oyr objective is to kill the heads and the great general leading the war. He's a barbarian, so his men are dum but he's going to be a brute. There's is no way we'll lose as long as we get the great general's head. Barbarians are like sleeper cells, inactive when they have no head. Me and my men would move through the infantry as a moving monolith, killing our way through. Whether we die or leave is not your concern." Adam answered. This was a basic tactic he learned when he read books of war in the medieval era. There was no way he could lose to barbarians.
"Also..." He continued: "Since they outnumber us, we'll be using the lower formation. The infantry should be divided into pikemen, who will defend with shields and kill with pikes, the attack for, swords and the counterattack soldiers who wield spears and can maneuver through space to kill with knives."
After stating, he made the rest spread his plan to all soldiers. After that, the soldiers moved according to plan. Adam, wielding a spear with a long blad that it looked like the blade of a short sword, moved with fifty infantry soldiers.
"Attak!"
The coalition army began the war, which the barbaric force of the Lyriel religion didn't hesitate to launch their attack.
"Haaaaah!" Adam shouted as he struck down the blade of his spear with force, gaining his first kill. Not being able to use any power was something he was getting used to. He could fight continuously and efficiently now, though he didn't have his usual boon. This event was really a good training ground for him.
"Haaaaaaaah!" Adam screamed as he struck sideways, killing five enemies at once. His attack power and momentum continued to increase as he killed his way. His group of one hundred infantry soldiers sustained twenty-five casualties, but they pushed forward.
An hour passed and The hundred men infantry of Adam's killed twenty thousand, with more than eight thousand being his personal kill. His stamina, agility, strength, speed, reflexes and battle sense had risen to a transcendent level where he could be referred to as nonhuman. His killing spree didn't end as thousands fell every hour.
After five hours passed, the frontal assault reduced, signalling the assault from the right and left flanks and the ambush party. But Adam killed his way through, targeting the great general.
"Bastards of the motherfuckers, die!" Adam screamed as he stabbed the beasts which these barbarians rode on. His attacks were very lethal that nobody wanted to get stabbed by him. Most casualties he brought wer turn in half by his spear and relentless assault. It was then Adam understood why that guy told him he didn't know anything.
"Now I get it. The secret was not the weapon, but emotions, techniques and self honed skills. The right emotion, technique and the power and precision of a veteran could turn a blunt weapon into the moost deadliest of all."
Hadiah
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