Chapter 101: A King and his General (14)
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“…….”
I gulped. I could intuitively tell that a chaotic battle was now going to unfold.
Both charging at a single point with cavalrymen and attacking from a distance with mounted archers no longer worked. The imperial army has only 2 options left. The first option is to retreat. There’s no general who would choose to retreat without accomplishing anything or when there’s nothing to gain by retreating. Therefore, they actually have only 1 option left.
A black, shadowy wave approached from the wall of fog along with a piece of refined marching music unique to humans. Different from the noisy clanging of gongs performed by the mountain villagers before, the imperial army performed with horns and drums. The sound of horns resonated all throughout the fog.
“It has begun.”
A close-quarters battle with foot soldiers at the front.
The imperial pikemen formed a line as they slowly approached us. The orc javelin throwers and goblin slingers barraged them relentlessly. However, they would lose their strength since their projectiles would collide at least once against the many pikes being held up. Similar to how the ripples in a lake would calm down after a while, the imperial soldiers didn’t budge at all by our ranged attacks. Damn it.
It was at that moment that our catapults set up in the back were used. They were the very catapults that caused us quite a lot of trouble back on the Black Mountains. They sacrificed range for power, and instead of being used for sieges, they were perfect for night battles like this. General Zepar had taken all of the catapults from the fortresses for this very moment.