The Extra Wants To Live

When Hardion placed the stone stakes blocking the slope, they did not extend them straight to the east or long to the south.

From the rear of the infantry formation, which was to become stationary, stone stakes were placed diagonally down the slope to Hardion's camp.

The stakes were also oriented obliquely toward the northeast, making it difficult to impale enemy light cavalry charging straight south from the north, but it was enough to create the appearance of a long wall of stakes. It was a diagonal assault on a wall of long stone piles.

This time, the force was applied in the opposite direction to the stakes, as opposed to the crescent formation that had occurred during the infantry fight. Infantry had to face the enemy head-on in order to attack them, but horses recognized the stone stakes as a wall and tried to avoid them.

"Oh, no!"

With these stakes and soldier arrangements, the light cavalry of the Tumari rebels was only able to hit the shields of some of the vanguard.

They had come to a complete stop, pushing each other as the horses, trying to avoid the stakes and exhausted, veered slightly to the left as they went down the slope.

"Turn around!"

"Wow!"

And one more time. Thanks to the stone stakes driven obliquely to the northeast, Hardion's waiting heavy cavalry could attack the flanks of the enemy's long, halting light cavalry. It was a tactical deployment that was nothing short of a work of art.

The soldiers blocking the gap between the stakes quickly retreated, and the heavy cavalry charged straight through the gap.

They too could not maintain a solid formation because of the stakes. But such trifles were of little importance when charging down the slope against the flank of the halting light cavalry.

**Pubberbuck! Kwaaaaang!**

The first charge of the heavy cavalry, which had been resting without doing anything after the battle began, was executed while going down a steep road. The flanks of the light cavalry, stopped in their tracks by that overwhelming force, were destroyed like sandcastles before a tidal wave.

It is almost impossible for light cavalry to defeat heavy cavalry in a head-on fight, but they were attacked from the flank while they were exhausted. Needless to say, it was shattered and disintegrated.

The light cavalry began to flee after that single charge. It was also possible to break through the enemy's rear to rescue the infantry, so they kept trying. Otherwise, they had no chance of winning.

"Hold on a little longer! Victory is just around the corner!"

Carl and Baduan sang a song of victory and encouraged the slain infantrymen of the front line. They also helped the soldiers by pushing their backs and giving them some strength.

"Aim for their rear!"

"Yes!"

Half of Hardion's cavalry, which had been pursuing the Tumarian rebel cavalry, broke away and charged toward the rear of the infantry.

The front of the Tumari rebels was completely blocked, their left and right sides were surrounded and under attack, and their rear was threatened by cavalry.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

"Don't surrender!"

"Save me!"

An increasing number of soldiers shouted for surrender, caring little for the presence of a commander. Not only the conscripts but also the standing army and warriors cried out for help.

It is nearly impossible to be active as an individual in war unless you are at least a master. And in a situation where you can't even move a hand because it's so crowded, even if you're a mana user, there's nothing you can do.

There was only one answer to the surrendering Tumari rebels.

"Kill him."

Hardion's forces, surrounding them on the left and right, began to brutally kill those who were begging for their lives.

Even the soldiers who were outside and had the strength to move were unable to swing their weapons because they had no will to fight. Those who were crushed to death inside and dying could not even stand.

They were barely freed and fell to the floor, writhing. There was no mercy for them either. Hardion's soldiers continued to advance inward, stabbing with spears, striking with shields, and trampling.

"… … ."

The commanders of the Tumarian rebels, including Chandar, were dismayed. In the meantime, there were those who quietly ran away to survive.

The infantry was being slaughtered as if they were being harvested while the fleeing cavalry led the enemy cavalry.

"Ugh, ugh… . Euaaaah!"

The archers and the reserves remaining behind the main force in the camp were terrified at the sight and began to flee. It was literally like a cycle of death.

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Unfortunately, the passage through the canyon was too narrow. The reason the Tumarian rebel command was confident of victory and thought they could annihilate Hardion's forces was because there was no room to retreat here. The canyon was so narrow that only a few could move at a time.

Hell broke out as thousands of people tried to escape through the narrow passage.

It was all over.

"Sons and daughters of Tumaris!"

At that time, in that place where everyone was screaming and crying out for help in despair:

"I am Topal! I am the one who has come to fight, Topal!"

Only one voice, the one willing to fight, rang out clearly. He did not mention his clan or his father's name, nor did he mention Sahal Din, which indicated his military commanding officer status.

Topal, who had finally escaped from the chaotic situation after being locked up and unable to move, looked down at everyone with a haggard and miserable appearance, not even wearing his armor.

Topal was riding a horse that was fleeing, leaving behind its dead rider, and in his hand, he held a spear that had been discarded by someone. From his bloodshot eyes that were looking at everyone, endless tears of sorrow flowed.

Yet his eyes, prepared for death, shone clearly without any fear or trembling.