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As Mahelet, who was being pushed away while scraping the ground, put strength into her toes, her pointed feet dug into the ground and broke it.

As if by magic, Mahelet's body suddenly stopped, and her feet hit the sturdy floor, which had been pressed down diagonally.

**Bang!**

Dirt and gravel exploded out behind Mahelet. Her spear, which reached top speed in just one stride, flashed and dazzled the eyes.

**Boooow!**

The spear, which had been moving mysteriously like a light luring an enemy, aimed for Jaren's head and slashed diagonally at the upper left corner like a ray of light.

The spacing between them was similar. Mahelet's spear was slightly longer than Jaren's halberd, but Jaren's arms were slightly longer than Mahelet's. Jaren swung his halberd to cut off Mahelet's waist. If this continued, they would both die.

**Kwaaaaang!**

With a loud noise, Jaren was thrown backward, and Mahelet was blown away, twisting to the side.

**Thud! Thud! Thud!**

**Choaack!**

Jaren, who had rolled over after hitting the ground three times and regained his stance by supporting himself with both feet and the spear, glared at Mahelet, who had also jumped up.

At the moment of impact, Jaren strengthened his armor with mana and endured the blow. He threw away his helmet, which was torn apart as if by the talons of a great beast, and Mahelet tore away the distorted breastplate that was pressing on her internal organs.

Jaren's left scalp was torn open, causing blood to gush out, and Mahelet's nose bled profusely due to the skyrocketing blood pressure from the shock.

There was no serious harm to either of them, except for a little sting.

"Wow!"

"Get in line! Don't waste the time that Master Mahelet has given you!"

Laurel Union soldiers charged behind Jaren, shouting. The Tumari rebels were trying to sort out the confusion and regain their positions. Jaren and Mahelet ran toward each other again, their mouths shut.

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The flash of light and the explosion caused by the duel between the two masters seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, and everyone was momentarily captivated by it.

"Cavalry! Cavalry! Guard the rear!"

Hidan's desperate cries for cavalry to ensure the safety of the rear were momentarily buried. It was good that each commander carried out his or her assigned mission based on voluntary judgment to deal with the chaos, but that voluntary judgment temporarily broke down the chain of command.

Hidan's shouts, which had originally been at the front of the marching line, did not even reach the rear of the long line.

"Follow me! Move with me!"

Finally, Hidan made a decision. He jumped out of the palanquin and quickly mounted his war horse that had been moving alongside him. Then, he pulled out a dazzling sword, raised it high into the sky, and shouted in a loud voice, directly capturing the soldiers' attention.

"We must protect the rear of our forces! Move quickly! Run after me!"

As Hidan, the supreme commander of the support force, personally rode his horse out, the soldiers also came to their senses and began to run after him. Hidan did his best to encourage his soldiers and tried to narrow down the long lines to prevent a surprise attack from the enemy's rear.

**Doo doo doo doo!**

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But it was a little too late.

Carl, who was looking down on everything from the hill, did not miss the moment. This is also why he did not wait for scouts in a safe place but showed up alone in the most dangerous place. If the top commander sees and judges with his own eyes, he can move quickly without wasting time on unnecessary procedures.

When Hidan began to lead his men and gather the straggling soldiers in front, Carl had already ordered a cavalry charge.

"Run! Run!"

"Follow His Highness the Grand Duke!"

The cavalrymen were running down the hill at almost top speed, chasing after Carl, who had started running first and at the very front. Charging quickly from such a great distance is generally not a good idea, as it puts tremendous stress on the horses' knees and can cause the formation to collapse.

But no one seemed worried about that when they saw Carl running alone in front of them.

A pure white horse and full plate armor shining dazzlingly in the moonlight. A red cloak followed behind. Who would dare stop at the sight of that shining comet's red tail?

"Ha!"

The slave wrapped in yellow cloth, who had been running to confirm the presence that had appeared on the hill, also realized the situation, but the master who was giving orders was far away, and the enemy was right in front of him. He hesitated, then rushed at Carl with a loud howl.

Carl exuded a charisma that was thrilling, along with extraordinary armament. It was obvious that he was a noble being, so if the slave could kill or subdue him here, it would be a great help in battle.

The slave took two short spears from his back, held them in both hands, and pulled the spear in his right hand behind his shoulder.

"… … ."

For a moment, the slave's gaze was stolen by Carl's two eyes, visible beyond the visor of his helmet.

The spear that was about to be thrown with all the force of its movement suddenly stopped as if it were blocked by an invisible wall.

Those were the eyes of a being no different from a slave who was submissive, dominated, and knelt down.

All a slave could do before a noble and dignified being who should rightfully reign over him was bow down.

A sound rang in his ears, and his head felt like his brain was boiling.

His fingertips trembled, and the spear he had been holding tightly wobbled uneasily.

That unbelievable, devilish charisma!

"… … Ugh… Ugh!"

But the slave in the yellow cloth served only one master, so he barely pulled himself together and threw his spear at Carl.

He had swallowed poison and become mute, shouting as if spitting out his soul, regaining consciousness through the pain of his throat being torn.

**Wedge!**

A spear filled with mana flew, tearing through the air. Find more to read at empire

It was a force of immense power befitting the supreme commander of a unit and Hidan's escort slave. But he had hesitated too long. There was fear in his stopped feet, hesitation in his trembling fingertips, and guilt in the flying spear.

**Kaang!**

Carl did not slow down but charged forward with a powerful thrust, swinging his sword fiercely to knock away the flying spears.

Even though his martial arts skills were still developing, Carl's body had long been complete. Such clumsy attacks were no match for Carl, who had the enviable vision, reflexes, and supernatural physical abilities of a wild beast.

Even his war steed, emboldened by Carl's many reckless actions, did not bat an eye. Instead, the steed shook its head as if amused, its lips trembling in laughter.

The slave rushed at Carl, clutching his last remaining spear tightly and aiming it at him. Carl held his sword in his right hand and took a stance as if he was about to swing it, but the moment he got close to the slave, he suddenly changed his movements.

He quickly turned the sword around, grabbed the blade and reins with his left hand, pulled out the spear hanging from the saddle, and aimed it in an instant.

The series of movements was so fast and precise that, even though the slave was watching with his own two eyes, he couldn't tell what was happening at that moment.

"Oh my!"

As Carl's lance approached, the slave jumped in fright. Originally, he would have aimed for Carl, prepared to die, but he was already crushed by Carl's charisma and terrified, so he reflexively ran to Carl's left to avoid the spear.

**Shh.**

A brisk wind blew over the slave as he jumped up after rolling on the floor, barely avoiding the spear.

**Choaaaah!**

Blood spurted from his gaping neck, and the yellow cloth wrapped around his body turned bright red.

Carl let go of the reins and swung the sword he was holding in his left hand in the opposite direction. His gloves and hands were unscathed, for he was holding the blunt ricasso, the very bottom of the blade.

Carl adjusted his pace and was soon able to keep his distance from the cavalry following him. Enemy cavalry were seen rushing forward to buy time at Hidan's command. They couldn't even form a line, and their numbers were small.

Even if conscripts were recruited, the number of skilled cavalry required would hardly increase.

That is, even if the opposing cavalry outnumbered Carl's forces, the difference was not that dramatic. In the long line stretching back and forth, only the cavalry at the front was barely able to react and was charging forward.

Rather, Carl's cavalry outnumbered his opponents! This was why Charles charged his infantry into the center of the enemy's waist, while Carl himself charged with his cavalry close to the enemy's front, to the west.

Although the number of troops present on the battlefield was far greater than the opponent's, they were able to gain a tactical advantage bydividing the battlefield efficiently.

The infantry was able to temporarily avoid being outnumbered because they were fighting a confused enemy, while the cavalry actually gained the advantage in numbers.

Strategically, Carl's choice seemed like a clear mistake.

However, the tactical victory achieved through steady movement under Carl's overwhelming charisma turned the 'wrong strategy' into the 'right strategy'.

All that remains is to destroy the enemy.