Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Duke Langster led his remaining forces down below the mountain ridge to their escape. Going directly down to Yailrud via ladders would have only meant certain annihilation from the barbarians' pursuit. Even while fleeing, they cut the ladders behind them to prevent the barbarians from descending directly into Yailrud.

"Be careful!"

A knight caught the stumbling Duke Langster. The retreat path was treacherous and caused many of the soldiers to sprain their ankles.

"Are these barbarians truly worse than the northerners..."

The course of the battle just didn’t make sense. They couldn’t seize the victory even with their knights in steel armor.

"There was an experienced commander among them."

One of the knights spoke up. Duke Langster also recalled that barbarian. There was one particularly large barbarian who stood out on the battlefield.

"You're talking about that big barbarian."

"Judging by his gestures and voice, it was clear he was in command. I watched him kill Sir Skajan with my own eyes, and he was definitely fighting as if he knew the structure of our plate armor. It almost resembled the imperial armor combat strategy."

Fights between knights in full plate armor were rare since the armor was a symbol of imperial knights. However, there have been cases of combat between those in full plate armor, and tactics for such fights have also been well-studied.

When two knights in full plate armor clashed, normal attacks were mostly ineffective. Encounters between two well-armored knights often resulted in close combat, targeting the gaps in the armor or deciding the outcome through grappling techniques.

'He targeted the joints; the openings unprotected by the armor.'

The image of Urich was engrained in the knights' minds.

"His Majesty will be disappointed when he receives the letter. The completion of Yailrud will be pushed back than our initial expectation."

Duke Langster smiled bitterly.

The retreating imperial forces went down to the midpoint of the constructed Yailrud. They descended the ladder and returned to the outpost to request reinforcement troops.

"If the reason why those barbarians came out so aggressively was to try to halt the construction of Yailrud... they must be smarter and have a bigger way of thinking than we expected."

Duke Langster thought to himself as he soaked in a bathtub upon returning to the outpost.

Duke Langster dispatched the remaining forces to Yailrud to prevent the barbarians from destroying the bridges. Except for the rearmost, they cut all the ladders connecting Yailrud and the gorge above and sent crossbowmen to the front of Yailrud to keep the barbarians moving across the gorge in check.

* * *

"Are you telling us that humans built that bridge? No way!"

The tribal warriors were astonished as they looked down at Yailrud from above the gorge. The Yailrud spanning the cliffs maintained a wide width, stretching far into the distance, with its further portions appearing as mere dots.

"Hey, be careful."

Urich pulled back a warrior by the shoulder.

Thwip!

An arrow flew from Yailrud. The warrior barely managed to get his head out of the way.

Crossbowmen from Yailrud were aiming at the top of the gorge. They had pre-emptively cut all the ladders connecting the top of the gorge to Yailrud.

'There's no way to destroy Yailrud from above the gorge.'

Urich pondered, looking down. Yailrud was being built far below. They tried rolling down rocks and shooting flaming arrows, but it was difficult to destroy the bridge. All they could do was delay the construction.

"They really are incredible."

Urich let out a sincere exclamation. A year had passed since he killed Regal Arten.

The imperial army stubbornly built Yailrud without Regal Arten. It was a magnificent structure, almost hard to believe it was made by human hands.

'But I have to destroy this great Yailrud.'

Urich grinned bitterly. The imperial army had conquered the divine realm known as the Sky Mountains with the strength of humans. A sense of respect for the invaders welled up in his heart.

"The invaders are only going to bring more troops and come up here again. This is not the end."

Urich repaired the campsite of the imperial army. There were plenty of supplies left in the camp, enough for the warriors who came empty-handed to station themselves.

"Look, it’s armor! I’m wearing an iron armor just like Urich!"

The warriors chattered as they looted the gear. The supplies left by the imperial army were a great help to the warriors, particularly so because many warriors were able to shed their crude tribal gear. Even the equipment used by lower-ranked imperial soldiers was practically a treasure to the tribal warriors. UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Creak.

The riled-up warriors shouted.

"That's exactly what they want. They’ve just lost their campsite. They’re just as anxious as we are."

The mountains' terrain was rugged, and places suitable for setting up a camp were rare.

'Those soldiers came up the far Yailrud ladders. They must be exhausted from the trek along the ridge up to here.'

The standoff was only painful for both sides.

'Samikan, I need your help.'

Urich longed for his brother's aid more than ever. To break the current stalemate, the strength of the Stone Axe Tribe alone was not enough. A strategic plan looking at the bigger picture with Samikan, the great chief of the alliance, was necessary.

"Lower your heads. They'll tire themselves out soon and go back."

Urich told the warriors. They watched the dwindling campfire.

* * *

Duke Langster maintained the standoff until the empire’s response arrived. He didn’t make any attempts to take back the camp from the barbarians, but he did not give up any more territory either. The barbarians also rarely ventured beyond the camp.

The empire had a courier system involving several horses. Thanks to this, the empire's response was significantly faster compared to the tribal society. A reply from the empire arrived in just a week.

"Is His Majesty serious..."

Duke Langster massaged his forehead upon receiving the reply. He had sent detailed reports of the situation, including drawings, across more than ten pages. He had meticulously informed the emperor of the dire situation.

"He wants to take control beyond the mountains no matter what sacrifice it’s going to take..."

Duke Langster felt the emperor's desire in the letter. The handwriting that looked as if he swung his pen conveyed a strong force.

'A force of three thousand conscripts and slave soldiers.'

Conscripts and slave soldiers were extremely low-quality forces. They were men who would normally be used in disputes among local lords. The imperial army, proud of its volunteer soldiers, rarely employed such inferior forces.

"That’s that, but even if they’re slaves and conscripts, where did he find three thousand soldiers so quickly..."

Duke Langster muttered as he read the letter, then frowned. The forces were not coming from the imperial capital but were conscripted from kingdoms around the mountains and were being sent to the Arten outpost. No kingdom dared to ignore the emperor's decree, at least for now.

'Even if they are vassal states... These are kingdoms with guaranteed autonomy, unlike the barbarians. To demand forces in such a manner, especially ones to be sacrificed... This tyranny will surely turn to poison later.'

Duke Langster frowned. The emperor's order was rather extreme. He looked at the map included in the letter, which outlined the emperor's strategic tactics.

"So we’re to send up slave soldiers and conscripts armed in tattered leather armor. He’s saying that they are forces meant to die in the mountains anyway—whether by stabbing or freezing. Dammit.”

The emperor's order was a tactic of human waves. The difficulty in fighting in the mountains was due to the need to conserve forces. Without preparation against the cold, non-combat losses would be significant, thus only small forces could be sent.

‘Troops that are disposable.'

Duke Langster sighed deeply. It was a distasteful command. But the emperor's will was firm, and the troops to be sacrificed were already on their way to the outpost.

"Oh Lou, please forgive us..."

Duke Langster touched his sun pendant. Workers and slaves were already dying for the construction of Yailrud, but this time, the scale was going to be massively different.

A week later, troops gathered at the Arten outpost. They were poorly armed conscripts and slave soldiers. Even the so-called conscripts were no different from vagrants or beggars. The slaves were mostly emaciated and sick. The vassal states, unable to refuse the emperor's order, had somehow managed to fill the demanded numbers and sent them to the outpost.

‘They've come all this way not knowing that they’re only going to be sacrificed.'

Duke Langster looked at the three thousand troops with a heavy heart. By no means were they proper troops. They had been lured by promises of 'a lot of money' and 'freedom after one battle.' They likely weren’t even told that they would have to cross the mountains.

"It is the emperor's command."

That was all Duke Langster could say. The imperial army urged the slaves and conscripts on. They were sent up the gorge using the rear ladders of Yailrud. Since they climbed from the rear ladders, they had to march a long distance along the ridge to reach the camp.

The slaves and conscripts climbed the ridge, which was a task even the well-prepared imperial army found challenging.

"Ughhh."

Groans broke out in all directions. Screams echoed whenever the wind blew fiercely. It felt like their bones were freezing up from the inside.

Even if the slaves’ legs and hands turned black with frostbite, as long as they could move, they had to march on. Only death awaited those who couldn’t walk anymore. The Sky Mountains voraciously gnawed on the lives of the humans who crossed into its territory.

"If you safely cross the mountains, you will enjoy wealth and freedom! His Majesty has promised!"

The imperial army encouraged the conscripts and slaves. What they were saying was true. Surviving the crossing would grant them freedom and a purse full of gold coins. The question was how many would survive.