Rolf naturally knew what he should do.
When he received the news, he immediately led his light cavalries to charge out. Their target was the mercenaries scattered on the plains. Just like riding a horse to chase antelopes or elk, they hunted to their heart’s content!
This feeling was very good. Nothing could compare to chasing and killing the fleeing enemies!
Even if there were many of them.
To be able to reach Rolf and his light cavalry unit, they had nearly twice the number of people.
However, how could an army that had lost all their morale and completely collapsed be considered an enemy army?
Over a thousand desert bandits spread out in groups of two. They were like a pack of wolves sweeping across the plains. Any enemies that dared to appear in front of them were slaughtered by the scimitars and spears, leaving no survivors.
Their mission was to clean up and prepare for the future battle!
These were all living forces.
The enemies.
Based on the current situation, this battle had come to an abrupt end.
The Stone Pass had already prepared for the upcoming siege battle. However, because of a small conflict, the noble alliance armies actually started to have internal strife, and even a huge fire spread out which further worsened the conflict!
This was even more intense than attacking the Stone Pass. It was completely like the enemy against the enemy!
Internal conflict was the strength of mercenaries.
After all, fighting with their employers and using money to play dead was one of their businesses.
However, internal conflict was a situation where they would fight for their jobs in the future. If they were suppressed by their peers, it would mean that they would lose their jobs. If they lost the fight, which employer would be willing to hire them in the future?
This was the valor brought about by the profession. Unfortunately, it was not used in the areas that they really needed!
“Speed up!” Rolf gently knocked on the horse’s belly.
He looked at the desert bandits who were still chasing and playing around, raised his horsewhip, and pointed to the south. “The plan has changed. If we can get rid of these defeated soldiers faster, we might be able to make it to the next battle!”
“Oh ho –” cheers sounded, and the elite desert bandit cried out one after another.
Then, they pounced forward.
The scimitars and spears interweaved, turning into a bloody purgatory under the hooves of the horses.
More and more mercenaries were slaughtered.
They had won the battle against their peers because if they could survive, it meant that most of the mercenaries had killed their opponents or not been killed by their opponents.
Of course, they didn’t care how many enemies they had accumulated, because mercenaries were like that.
They only needed to survive.
But.
The chances of surviving were not many.
Elite desert bandits didn’t want to give these unmasked mobs any chance to survive!
Why did they let these mercenaries survive? This was impossible!
If they were the ones who were defeated at the Stone Pass…
Could they survive? Could they survive under the hands of these mercenaries who liked to fight easy battles and showed no mercy to captives and civilians? They didn’t even need to use their brains to guess the consequences!
If that was the case, then why did they hold back?
Elite desert bandits were also good at killing!
The Continent of Caradia was in constant conflict. Various countries and races had been fighting each other for close to a hundred years. They had long trained a batch of professional soldiers who only knew how to kill!
Although the elite desert bandits were bandits, their desire to kill was even stronger!
Bandits who were not ruthless enough had already been eliminated.
Those who could stay, those who could still come to this world were all excellent elites!
The elite desert bandits kept swaying their scimitars, groups of mercenaries were slaughtered one after another in the darkness of the night in an instant!
Only some mercenaries manage to run away while panting from exhaustion. Very quickly, they were caught up by the elite desert bandits. The bandits raised their scimitars or spears and fiercely hacked and stabbed at their backs. After that, there was no more sound.
When the cavalry was in galloping status, even if it was just a light slash, it could still heavily injure the footmen!
This was the power that came from inertia and momentum of galloping cavalries!
It was a fatal power!
Just as Rolf gave the order to speed up the slaughter, the speed of the mercenaries’ deaths also doubled.
At least by the time the moon had completely reached the middle of the sky, there were not many mercenaries still running on the plains. The rich smell of blood completely ignited the barren land of the North County.
Countless wild beasts rushed out with their green eyes, devouring the corpses on the ground.
Vultures and scavenger birds flew over without caring about their usual active times.
Even tiny bugs crawled out.
They were all enjoying this rare feast, the time to feast!
Some of the mercenaries who were lying down and pretending to be dead were attacked by carnivores. They fought with all their might, causing the ferocious carnivores, such as wolves, to pounce on them and tear them into pieces.
The animals that were eating were no less ferocious than the animals that were protecting their young!
At least 10,000 mercenaries had died in the North County.
In the distant plain, a blockade had succeeded.
The 10,000-man noble alliance army had given up on the idea of escaping. This was because in front of this alliance army, a force of close to 1,000 people had already blocked them and were waiting in formation.
The number of soldiers in the alliance army had 10 times more than their enemies, which seemed to be a huge disparity.
However, everyone understood.
That group of over 1,000 soldiers could easily defeat them!
This was because these were all heavy cavalry soldiers, and they were all clad in heavy armor. With just one charge, they would be able to pierce through their formation in this flat field. With another charge, they would be able to split them apart!
Without even needing a third charge, the troops that had already lost their command would collapse!
Heavy cavalries were the kings of the plains!
This was why the noble alliance army was so panicked.
Especially the command level formed by the noble families, all of them subconsciously gathered together and looked at the highest person, the organizer of this battle — Viscount Wayne.
Now that they had encountered an even greater crisis, it was far more terrifying than the infighting among the mercenaries.
If they did not handle it well, then the outcome would definitely not be good!
Death was still acceptable, dying on the battlefield was also a way for these nobles to prove their honor.
But once they died on the battlefield, what would happen to their own families? These nobles were only small barons, and most of them were lords or knights who had their own fief.
They were the pillars of the family.
In this battle.
The recruits they had gathered were also in these troops.
Including their knight attendants, who were carefully trained and could resist any enemy’s retinue.
If they were all left here and let the enemy slaughter them, even if they returned to the family alive, the final outcome would not be too good. Because the enemy could defeat them here, then they would definitely defeat by the enemy at the place close to the center of the North County and South County!
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