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"Do not dally! Do not let the enemy react!"

As Remus was able to approach his quarry basically undetected, he found himself to be like a tiger breathing down the neck of a defenseless fawn. All now that was left was to close down that maw and the fragile spine would be snapped in two.

And in anticipation of that, he was very eager to initiate his cavalry charge.

Thus getting within a few hundred meters of the Margrave\'s army, Remus quickly lined up his horses in formation and had the men properly equip their several meter long lances.

"Ahhhh!"

Then with a great wild roar they galloped, the young general personally leading the way.

Now, Remus did not target his charge directly onto the rear of the Margraves army per se, but rather chose a slanted angle of attack, wishing to hit the left side of their flanks, the side that was facing the river bank.

He had followed the river to get here and in the interest of saving time, chose this side.

As for the reason behind not hitting the rear directly despite the great tactical advantage he had, this was because Remus feared hitting the thick rear, worried that his relatively small 1,000 men unit down get bogged down by the sheer volume of men there.

The hit would undoubtedly cause them a lot of casualties, but the problem was Margrave\'s lines were also quite thick there.

So the fear was that once the initial blow was delivered and it got absorbed, the cavalry formation would get wedged into the sea of men and be unable to maneuver properly.

Then surrounded on all sides by the enemy….

Remus did not dare imagine the ensuing bloodbath, finding the thought of fending off countless barrage of spear attacks from all sides too disturbing.

Thus to avoid the potential macabre scenario, he wheeled his unit around and skirked past the greater part of the Margraves army\'s rear section, instead wishing to bite the flanks of the units at the very front of the army.

These were the frontline men that were directly engaging the Helvati and legionaries, and Remus\'s idea was to shatter these formations with his charge, thus opening a hole for his infantry to then break through.

It was a sound tactical judgment.

The only thing was there was really no for such elaborate concern here.

"Cavalry! Enemy cavalry in the flanks!"

"Ambush! It\'s an ambush!"

"Run! The battle is lost! Run!"

"Save yourselves! Save yourself!"

As soon as the fighting Margraves noticed the dreadful mass of cloud that was kicked up by the galloping cavalry and heard the roars of a thousand riders bulldozing towards them, they all instantly lost the will to fight!

Not even the most ardent warrior was willing to just stand there and be skewered to death by those giant spears.

Hence screaming at the top of their lungs in fear and panic, the nearby rank and file dropped everything they had and broke all formation to run.

And this time, none of the noble officers bothered to stop them.

In fact, they were among the very first ones to break, especially because these experienced men understood the situation better than most of the green recruits.

The flanking advantage the now enemy had meant that not even the god of war could salvage the situation here.

Only the staunchest of the officers like Lord Bakerfield and his men refused to accept this,

"Stop! How dare you disobey military command?"

"Halt! The front is minutes away from giving away! Halt!"

"Don\'t run! We are so close! Just a bit longer!"

However, given the noise and distance on the battlefield, these did not even reach the ears of the panicking soldiers.

They were far too busy trying to avoid being turned into shish kebabs.

*Bang*, *Bang*, *Bang*

Remus covered the short distance in what seemed to be the blink of an eye and then hit the disorderly fleeing formation with a thunderous thud that produced a dreadful bang, mud, earth, and numerous bodies being sent high up into the air.

And then when they eventually fell down, copious amounts of blood and wooden splinters of the broken lances stained the ground.

Paradoxically, if the formations had not run but instead held their ground and gave Remus a fight, they might have suffered fewer casualties.

But there was hardly any time to regret such lost opportunities.

Because no sooner had Remus retreated, the second wave took its place, blasting an even greater hole into the Margraves formation.

*Trumpet!*, *Trumpet!* *Trumpet!*

It was not known exactly which high ranking officer was the first to blow his trumpet signaling the retreat, but as soon as it was rung, others quickly followed suit.

It was apparent to all of them that the wound they had just suffered was impossible to sustain.

"Damn them to hell! Fucking damn them all to hell!"

The one to utter these words was none other than Lord Bakerfield, who was also panicking like the rest of his army, although his face was more twisted into a pained countenance of agony and despair rather than fear and apprehension.

What hurt him truly was not the loss but more his failure to avenge his family.

However, despite his personal thoughts, he did not object to his subordinate officer\'s unanimous decision to retreat.

Deep down he knew this was the right move unless he wanted to see his forces get obliterated.

Hence the elder man soon got distracted as the much more important matter flooded his mind.

Turning to his adjutant, he gravely ordered,

"Have the army retreat in an orderly fashion. And tell the soldiers not to lose heart… the Heeats are on their way."

This was of course a blatant lie but Lord Bakerfield was willing to utilize it without any scalps as long as he could keep his formation intact!

It should be known that despite the devastation wrought by Remus, it was still a localized phenomenon.

Only one of the three sections that had made up the very front echelons had broken and ran.

These were the men who had been specifically hammered by Remus and they numbered around 2,000 to 3,000 men.

The other 12,000 however were still relatively intact.

They had obviously lost their will to fight but unlike their brethren, a majority of them had remaining relatively unscathed.

In addition, they were also yet to wake up to what had truly happened as most of them were too far from the source of impact and were unable to see properly given their tightly tacked formation.

Thus, since news of the true extent of Remus\'s attack was yet to be disseminated, they were to disintegrate.

And seeing this, Lord Bakerfield tried everything he could to make sure it stayed that way, rapidly deploying every messenger he had on hand to the rest of the officers.

And credit where credit is due, the elder lord succeeded!

With the promise of imminent allied relief as well as the acceptance of the order to retreat, the levies who were greatly fearful of their local lord\'s retaliation did not break rank and run like a small minority of their brethren.

Rather they chose to stick together and began to back off in a relatively coherent manner.

It was a result that surprised even the high ranking scouts and officers because they knew the inside story very well.

Given how badly they had fallen off, the idea that Lord Parker would lift his butt to come help them was almost ludicrous.

So the chances of Lord Bakerfield\'s revelation producing any result was negligible. But none dared to challenge it despite feeling dumbfounded because it produced the desired result.

The illiterate common soldier bought this extravagant hope hook, line, and sinker.

As the Margraves army broke contact with the front line and began to rapidly retreat without even forming a proper rear guard, a terrible roar of uproarious laughter broke out from Alexander\'s center as the Helvati thought they had broken the enemy.

This was the first major victory the tribes had over their hated enemy for over a century and the cheered at the top of their lungs,

"Running! These cowards are running! Haha, we did it!"

"Look at these cowards! Hah hah, tucking tail and running! Truly it suits these barbarians the best!\'

"Quickly! Do not let a single one of these bastards get away! Father has long wanted one of these fair skinned monkeys as a slave!"

"Chase them! Quickly! Kill them all! For our ancestors! For our tribe!"

The fleeing enemy proved even more alluring than the most beautiful women in the world to these revenge starved beasts and now that they were given the chance, the Helvati fell upon them like wild beasts.

They broke rank en mass, to the point Alexander\'s center basically ceased to exist, as the Helvati madly ran after the green clothed enemy, shooting, stabbing, jabbing, and even jumping on them in anger and fury. Find your next read on M V L

After a century of being under their thumb, these men were finally allowed to vent all their pent up anger and they relished in the pleasure and power of that ability to their heart\'s content.

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