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Chapter 169: Year Old Army (3)Jyanina inadvertently swallowed her saliva. She had often seen hundreds of soldiers come and go, but it was the first time she had seen so many gathered in one place.

The soldiers seemed to fill the horizon from one end to the other. She could not even guess how many enemies there were. The sight of hundreds of fluttering banners made her heart sink.

On the battlefield, each individual was like a speck of dust. The brilliant and precise commander who could control the battlefield was just someone from a story, and the reality was much more chaotic and messy.

During battle, it was impossible to know who would win, and sometimes it was difficult to know who had won even after the fighting ended – that was the nature of a pitched battle.

While knights would gladly become specks of dust and charge into the dirt and dust, Jyanina was not one of them. She racked her brains for a way to get out of this somehow.

“Y-Your Excellency, aren’t the enemy’s numbers too great?”

“It appears so.”

“In the city. . .”

“They could have stayed, yet they chose to follow us out. Their loyalty moves me.”

Johan preemptively cut off Jyanina’s attempt to suggest they retreat to the city. Crestfallen, Jyanina withdrew.

Though Jyanina was no wizard like Suetlg or Caenerna, she was still a wizard. There was no telling when Johan might need her skills.

‘I could lure some monsters nearby.’

Johan was casually contemplating thoughts that would alarm any priest.

“Achladda. You must retreat when the retreat signal sounds. You understand?”

“. . .Sir Knight. That’s the tenth time you’ve said that.”

“Then I’ll say it an eleventh time. Retreat when the signal sounds.”

“Why only say it to us. . .”

“Do you really not know why?”

Achladda and Euclyia pouted at Johan’s words, having no real rebuttal. What he said was true.

Right now, gathered on this battlefield were countless nobles and knights flying the banners of their houses. It was the same for both enemy and ally.

Unified, seamless command was of course impossible, and any orders from the supreme commander often took a long time to relay or failed entirely.

In the end, they had to divide the field themselves and fight well on their own.

Johan was responsible for the right flank.

The dwarf mercenaries and slave soldiers were unlikely to act without orders, but the eastern tribes and cavalry led by Iselia were concerning.

Unlike infantry, once cavalry burst out it was hard to order them to fall back.

On top of that, the eastern tribes were known for being aggressive, and Iselia’s cavalry loved to charge as much as any knight. . .

Johan planned to personally lead Iselia’s mercenary cavalry to maintain control over them. Heavily armed and armored cavalry could smash through enemy lines with devastating impact once they charged, and had to be committed at the right decisive moment.

But the eastern tribes were more suited to nimbly harassing the enemy and pursuing them. Though relatively lightly equipped, they possessed excellent archery and riding skills.

“Now, when the horns sound?”

“We retreat! Ah, I swear by my sword and bow that I will not let my eyes wander and give chase.”

“I swear too.”

Hearing the centaurs’ oaths, Johan nodded approvingly. That much could be trusted.

Johan called the mercenary captains for final orders. The various human sub-captains looked to Johan with excitement and anticipation in their eyes.

“Listen well. This battle takes place on another’s field. I trust none of you will cause unnecessary trouble or endanger yourselves. Do only as much as you are paid for. Understand?”

At Johan’s words, the mercenaries smirked. When he spoke like this, it was hard to tell if this renowned count was really a nobleman or just another mercenary.

But one thing was certain – such words were far more reassuring than any cheers or battle cries.

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Johan’s move was not because of Leoanos’ envoy. Leoanos’ proposals had no influence on Johan.

━Your Excellency. . . aren’t you a little tempted by that?

━Not really. Didn’t I say I have no interest in Vynashchtym? And do you really think he will keep his promise?

━Even if he only keeps some of it, it will still be a good deal.

━Then he may not keep any of it.”

━Surely. . . surely he wouldn’t do that?

━Anyway, I have no intention of moving before receiving an advance payment. Once bitten, twice shy. Send back the envoy with the gold.

Giada was frustrated, but Johan cut him off like a knife and sent the envoys back.

It was others who changed Johan’s mind.

“Think of your master who owns your lives! It’s time to repay the grace!”

Though their robes were different, their weapons and armor were much the same. Enemy knights wearing chainmail charged to trample the ranks, brandishing longswords.

But the dwarves did not flinch, stubbornly holding their ground. Crossbow bolts and arrows rained down relentlessly on the knights. Pitiful screams rang out as some fell.

Then Johan stepped up. Soldiers parted behind him, and Johan and Iselia burst out fiercely leading the cavalry.

“The count! The count! Get him!”

Recognizing Johan’s banner, the pagan knights shouted and rushed at him. But before they could reach Johan, their heads were lopped off by Iselia.

“Die! Die! Die!”

“. . .”

Johan pulled up alongside the berserk Iselia with a look of bewilderment.

“Iselia. Calm down.”

“Am I not calm?”

“Ah. . .I see. . .”

Surprisingly, Iselia’s blood-spattered face looked very serene. It was merely the elven war cry.

Once more the enemies charged. This time Johan stepped up first. As the Giantslayer swung around, flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, quickly opening up space.

“■■■! Demon ■■■!”

Unable to make out their gibberish in the eastern dialect, he could guess the gist of their shrieks.

Johan industriously harvested heads with the Warhammer. After charging in and pulling back five times, the enemies around him were routed and retreating.

“The enemies retreat!”

“Reform ranks! Reform ranks!”

“Wounded fall back!”

“Your Excellency, we will lure them out.”

“Achladda, don’t forget what I promised.”

“Yes!”

The eastern tribesmen burst out in clouds of dust. Making full use of the battlefield, they rushed forth. Arrows pierced the backs of the retreating men, and the heads of those still inside the enemy camp.

Those who had recklessly charged out in anger became easy prey. About six enemy banners fell and groups became scattered. For a while, a lull settled on the right wing.

“The enemies aren’t coming.”

“They must be realigning their ranks.”

Unbeknownst to Johan, the enemies were too frightened to approach.

“Shall we advance?”

“No, let’s align timing.”

If he advanced alone and another ally happened to lose, even Johan would be unable to retreat from that situation.

‘How vexing. Are we winning on the other side?’

Johan frowned, surveying the dusty battlefield. No matter how good his eyes, there were limits to what he could discern from here.

The only fight he could vaguely make out was the one nearby in the center.

What would have been invisible to others, Johan’s blessed vision pierced through the swirling grit to grasp the situation. Enemy banners were desperately converging on the center. It was a distress signal.

“I will reinforce the center! Follow me!”

Johan selected the freshest, swiftest cavalry and raced forth. He planned to harass the enemies’ flanks while their attention was diverted.

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“Capturing the emperor here will bring all glory in this world to you nobles!”

Even without Yeheman’s shouts, all the nobles with swords and spears were blind with bloodlust as they swarmed in.

The loyal imperial guards resisted fiercely with their weapons, but the enemies’ momentum was alarming.

The finest warriors gathered on this battlefield were all charging in to capture the emperor.

“Storm and shatter their ranks! Storm and shatter their. . .”

The shouting noble felt a chill amidst the battlefield’s sweltering heat.

What’s this?