Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

On the vast plains, Silvan, the commander of the 12th Heavy Infantry Regiment, stood on high ground, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Dust billowed on the horizon as thirty thousand cavalrymen charged forward like a raging flood, their hooves thundering and shaking the earth.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the sharpness of their spears and swords seemed capable of piercing the sky.

Silvan clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He knew he faced a battle with overwhelming odds.

He had only ten thousand heavy infantrymen, and their mission was to hold back this massive cavalry force, stopping their charge.

This was not going to be an easy battle, but a life-or-death struggle.

There was no fear in Silvan's eyes, only determination and courage.

In a corner of the battlefield, a cavalry unit lay hidden, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Their mission was to emerge from the shadows and encircle the enemy after Silvan's infantry had successfully stalled the enemy cavalry.

This was a carefully planned campaign, where every element was crucial.

Soren stood at the edge of the battlefield, a sharp glint in his eyes. He had long seen through Prince's tactics, which came as no surprise to him.

To be precise, luring the enemy in deep with bait, then encircling them with an ambush was one of Prince's favorite tactics.

In the game, Prince had repeatedly used this tactic to inflict heavy damage on the Imperial army.

Prince perfectly exploited the weaknesses of human nature, the key to which was Prince's possession of a legion-level magical artifact: the Legion's Concealment.

It was this magical artifact that led many officers to mistakenly believe the heavy infantry was isolated, thus making the error of underestimating the enemy.

Soren was an exception.

He knew Prince's tactics well and understood the risks involved.

Although he didn't know the exact location of Prince's hidden cavalry, he could guess the general direction: the best escape route for the knights after they charged the heavy infantry and became trapped.

Soren couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

This time, Prince was likely to miscalculate.

Because he, Soren, had made ample preparations to counter Prince's tactics.

Soren was positioned in the center of the knightly order, his eyes sharply observing every corner of the battlefield. He calmly analyzed the battle situation, and no detail escaped his eyes. At a crucial moment, he decisively waved his hand.

Edmund and Jennifer had been closely following him all along, understanding every gesture.

Seeing Soren's gesture, the two of them did not hesitate and immediately acted according to the planned plan.

When the knightly order was only fifty meters away from the enemy's heavy infantry formation, Edmund and Jennifer each led ten thousand cavalrymen to quickly and orderly spread out to the two wings.

Their movements were swift and precise, as if drawing a bright landscape on the battlefield.

The cavalrymen closely followed, their iron hooves thundering and their momentum like a rainbow.

Just as Silvan was still confused by the movements of the knightly order, the cavalry led by Edmund and Jennifer had already sped past both sides of Prince's heavy infantry formation.

This action completely exceeded Silvan's expectations. He widened his eyes and watched this scene in disbelief.

What shocked him even more was what followed. Immediately after the cavalry passed through the heavy infantry formation, a rain of arrows suddenly fell from the sky, densely landing in the infantry formation.

These arrows were as fierce as a storm, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

Although the heavy infantrymen wore heavy armor, many vulnerable areas were still exposed.

The arrows mercilessly pierced through their defenses, taking countless lives.

Painful wails and heavy thuds echoed continuously from within Silvan's heavy infantry regiment, these sounds intertwined to form a tragic and magnificent battlefield painting.

Silvan stood in the center of the battle formation, the scene before him shocking him beyond words. He opened his eyes wide, the expression on his face frozen in an almost unbelievable astonishment.

He had never seen such cavalry tactics, this flexible, swift, and wind-like attack completely shattered his previous understanding.

"Raise shields!" Silvan shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

This was an urgent and necessary order because he knew that if he couldn't effectively resist this sky full of flying arrows, his troops would suffer heavy losses.

Hearing the order, the soldiers quickly took action. The soldiers who were originally holding spears ready to face the cavalry charge now put away their spears, and the swordsmen and shieldmen on the periphery quickly raised their shields, trying to block the overwhelming rain of arrows.

Unfortunately, their formation was originally designed to deal with cavalry, and their main weapons were heavy spears and long spears, so the number of shields was relatively small.

This made defense extremely difficult.

The soldiers tried their best to wave the shields in their hands, trying to block the arrows flying from all directions, but many arrows still penetrated the defenses, causing considerable casualties.

On the battlefield, screams and calls for help rose and fell, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Silvan stood on the chaotic battlefield, watching his heavy infantry regiment struggling in the rain of arrows. He knew in his heart that this situation could not continue, otherwise his troops would suffer a devastating blow. He had to seek change, he had to find a breakthrough.

Just as Silvan was anxiously thinking about countermeasures and preparing to send out a distress signal, the cavalry of Prince's regiment, which had been ambushing in the dark, finally launched an attack.

They were like fierce tigers released from their cages, launching a swift charge against Soren's cavalry.

This sudden change disrupted Soren's cavalry formation.

Seeing this scene, Silvan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a strange sense of relief, and at the critical moment, his old buddy Cassin was still reliable.

Cassin's leading the knightly order to charge undoubtedly relieved Silvan's troops.

At the same time, Edmund and Jennifer also saw the enemy cavalry appear.

They were amazed, everything was exactly the same as His Highness Soren had predicted.

The two did not hesitate at all and immediately led the cavalry regiment to retreat.

Because they were wearing light leather armor, their movement speed was very fast, coupled with the initial distance advantage.

Even if Cassin, the commander of Prince's knightly order, used knightly skills to charge and increase the speed of the knightly order to the limit, he still failed to catch up with Soren's crossbow cavalry.