Chapter 605: The Charge

“Lu Lu!”

The warhorse, with its glossy coat, snorted loudly. Wu Ming stood before the assembled cavalry, his powerful voice echoing across the battlefield:

“I know… you all come from various parts of the plains—you are private soldiers of nobles, mercenaries, adventurers, and even landless knights… but now, we are one united force!”

“Perhaps until yesterday, we fought for titles and gold, but today, our battle has only one purpose—to survive!”

He roared, “You’ve seen how I act these past few days! Follow me, fight for yourselves, and I will lead you to break through the encirclement and achieve victory and glory!”

Although nobles emphasized loyalty, at this moment, every cavalryman who had not left was now thinking about his own life.

Wu Ming had already proven himself as a competent commander through his recent victories and valor.

In such a desperate moment, following the victor had become an instinct for soldiers—it was the only way to survive!

“William! William!”

The cavalry erupted into a roar, a tremendous sound that caused the allied forces of Blue Tiger to stir in alarm.

“This man…”

Tana, leading the Heart of the Wolf mercenary band, looked at the charismatic William at this moment, her eyes flashing with unusual light.

“He possesses a conquering and kingly aura that makes many follow him instinctively!”

Baron Wilfer looked at Baron Terry: “He can use the Dragon Heart, has blue blood in his veins, and bears a demeanor similar to our ancestors!”

“The Conqueror—Talor perhaps?”

Baron Terry, watching this scene, was momentarily lost in thought.

“Follow me! Charge!”

Wu Ming, astride his steed, charged forth like a whirlwind.

“Charge!”

Hundreds of knights followed behind, launching a charge against the thousand Red Lion knights pursuing from the rear.

“Follow Lord William!”

Jack shouted at the top of his lungs, leading five hundred infantrymen who followed closely behind.

This sudden charge of nearly a thousand roaring soldiers not only caused hesitation among the enemy cavalry but also shocked the nobles within the Blue Tiger alliance.

The Earl of Blue Hill commanded no more than six thousand in total, and after suffering losses, he now had fewer than five thousand.

A thousand men represented a full fifth of his force! Inspired by their actions, even more soldiers mistakenly believed the main commander had issued an attack order and began charging behind the cavalry.

“William… how dare he?”

The Earl of Blue Hill stared in disbelief at the scene, helpless and unable to intervene.

After all, most of those Wu Ming led were his own private soldiers, who recognized only their lord and would not heed the Earl’s commands.

“Your Lordship, we have a brave baron here!”

Viscount Baler, watching the scene, his eyes gleaming mysteriously: “But Baron William only has a thousand men. Please allow me to go and reinforce him.”

“Alright… alright, I leave it to you!”

The Earl of Blue Hill instinctively agreed, only to be stunned moments later when Viscount Baler charged forward with his private soldiers, following closely behind Wu Ming’s force.

“Fools!”

Viscount Baler trembled with rage as he unsheathed his sword, inhaling the cold air deeply. Staring at the approaching red-clad cavalry: “Once we attack, do you think Viscount Garcia behind us will still wait? We must use half our forces to buy time for our breakout!”

Clearly, the Earl of Blue Hill, still at the rear, would now become the target drawing enemy fire.

Whether it was the number of soldiers around him, the banners he displayed, or his position on the battlefield, he would undoubtedly become the shield, the first target of Garcia’s attack.

Wuwu!

The loud sound of military horns rang out from the rear, like the laughter of the Grim Reaper.

Viscount Garcia’s army indeed began to move. Viscount Baler turned his head and did not look back.

“The strength of the people transforms into blessings!”

At this moment, golden radiance surged within Wu Ming, a massive expenditure of energy that generated a powerful enhancement, bestowed upon his cavalry and infantry.

A visible golden glow radiated from his body, spreading outward.

The cavalry bathed in this radiance felt their energy renewed, their strength greatly increased, and even their horses ran faster.

The entire cavalry unit transformed into a golden arrowhead!

In the world of Serre, where magical forces were suppressed, this scene was even more awe-inspiring.

“A miracle!”

Clark, hiding at the side and observing the entire battlefield, was deeply shaken upon witnessing this scene: “Baron William is indeed chosen and favored by the Lord!”

Such a large-scale display could hardly be explained without invoking divine miracles!

In this moment, he was completely convinced of the Archbishop’s decision, no longer harboring even a trace of doubt.

Baron William must be the divine Chosen One—the true king!

“What… is that light?”

Seeing the miracle unfold, the Blue Tiger alliance was naturally emboldened, while the enemy Highland knights were filled with terror.

The enemy came too quickly, giving them no time to react.

The most terrifying aspect of cavalry was their ability to convert charging speed into devastating destructive power, and when that speed increased, the damage multiplied exponentially.

Peng peng!

The Highland knights instinctively raised their crossbows, but before they could estimate the range, the miracle appeared. The golden arrowhead charged into their safe zone at terrifying speed, catching them completely off guard.

In the next instant, a massive collision sound erupted, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In almost a single charge, the Highland knights were shattered under the golden glow, their formation crumbling like the gods had struck them down.

The once orderly formation was now in complete disarray.

After piercing through, Wu Ming immediately ordered a turn, launching another charge. Lances like a forest pierced enemies, carving a path of blood.

“Jack! Follow us!”

Wu Ming rode up to the infantry, waved his hand once more, and golden radiance fell upon them, making each feel as if wings had sprouted on their legs.

“Escort the infantry, we’re leaving!”

Once the infantry also broke through the encirclement, Wu Ming did not even glance back at the Blue Tiger alliance behind him and immediately issued orders.

The current battlefield still favored the Blue Tiger alliance.

Moreover, after using the power of the people twice, Wu Ming had exhausted all his accumulated strength. After this, he would be like a tiger without fangs.

The same went for his soldiers.

Although they seemed mighty now, once the enhancement wore off, they would likely collapse like dying dogs!

After all, this kind of enhancement was essentially a secret technique that stimulated the body. Wu Ming could not possibly bear the consumption of nearly a thousand men—he simply didn’t have that ability.

“A miracle? Or sorcery?”

From the ranks of the Red Lion, Viscount Garcia watched Wu Ming leave the battlefield, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light: “Don’t bother with them. Immediately surround them, our target is still here!”

He fixed his gaze on the remaining two thousand men and the blue tiger banner in the center, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

“My lord, you have made a wise decision!”

Beside Garcia, a mysterious figure clad in gray robes and wearing a tall pointed hat, concealing his face, spoke in a deep voice: “I sensed powerful magical energy from him! If you had chosen to continue the pursuit, I saw defeat in my scrying crystal!”

“What a pity…”

Garcia looked in the direction William had left: “If this common-born sword saint could serve me, perhaps I would have had the strength and confidence to return to the Highlands and challenge that person!”

Upon hearing his words, the mage beside him also fell silent.

The mage naturally knew who Garcia was referring to—the legitimate heir of the Lion family, who had overshadowed all his peers from birth.

Even with Garcia’s abilities, he had no choice but to leave and carve out a new territory in the Windfly Plains.

However, with this Lion-Tiger war, the other side had still extended its claws into the Windfly Plains.

“A new king, a continental overlord, is about to be born?”

The mage hesitated slightly but, thinking of the contract he had signed with Garcia, continued to serve him nonetheless.

As the flags and orders were issued, the cavalry that had pursued from Howling Castle, although having suffered two breaches and heavy casualties, managed to regroup and firmly block the remaining Blue Tiger alliance’s retreat.

Viscount Garcia calmly advanced with his forces to complete the encirclement, gradually tightening the noose until the enemy was squeezed onto a small hill.

Nearly two to three thousand men were packed into a narrow area, shoulder to shoulder, so crowded that standing was difficult, let alone wielding weapons.

“Alright, send an envoy and demand their unconditional surrender!”

Viscount Garcia looked at this scene with a confident smile: “I should also go meet this Earl of Blue Hill. After all, since I’m marrying one of his daughters, I should give him a dignified end—perhaps sending him to a convent for lifelong seclusion?”

No matter how inadequate the other side was, he was still the largest noble in the Windfly Plains, a symbol with rallying power.

Although he could not be allowed to return and regain power, he still needed to be fully utilized.

“Kill!”

But at this moment, the Red Knights roared and charged, randomly loosing a volley of arrows. The soldiers on the hill cried out in pain, trampling each other, creating massive chaos.

“Who is the enemy cavalry commander? Smith? What is he doing?”

Viscount Garcia’s face darkened instantly: “Doesn’t he know how important a blue-blooded earl is to us?”

“My lord!”

A soldier hurriedly reported: “Sir Smith refuses to obey your orders. He claims he wants to avenge the fallen knights with enemy blood!”

“Damn it!”

Garcia immediately understood his intentions. This must be the order from the Highlands—to completely destroy the rule of the blue-bloods!