Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The Third Legion's soldiers charged valiantly, but were repeatedly thwarted by the enemy's dense defenses.

Brell launched several consecutive attacks, but each one was skillfully neutralized by the Prince Legion.

At the same time, Kleiman, the legion commander far behind the lines, also learned of the Crown Prince's night raid on the Prince Legion's camp.

He broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that the outcome of this battle would determine the direction of the entire war.

When he saw the firelight of the Prince Legion's camp, a strange courage welled up in his heart.

"Pass down my orders!" Kleiman said decisively, "The entire army will launch an attack ahead of schedule, approaching the Prince Legion's camp!"

As Kleiman's orders were relayed, the main force quickly moved.

Soldiers fled in all directions, and the generals anxiously directed their subordinates to defend.

When Kleiman's main force arrived on the battlefield, they immediately joined the battle. The two armies engaged in a fierce battle in the firelight, with swords flashing, flesh and blood flying, and screams intertwined with the clash of weapons, forming a tragic and magnificent scene.

The Third Legion, led by Brell, also launched a renewed attack.

This time, they no longer returned empty-handed, but formed a pincer attack with Kleiman's main force, putting the Prince Legion in a situation of being attacked from both sides.

Although Prince was brave and skilled in battle, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed in the face of such an unfavorable situation. However, he did not give up and continued to lead his subordinates in a desperate resistance, trying to salvage the defeat.

This battle continued until dawn before gradually subsiding. Both sides were exhausted and suffered heavy losses, but the allied forces of Brell and Kleiman finally achieved victory, completed their rendezvous, and the Prince Legion was forced to retreat.

Watching the retreating figures of the enemy, Brell and Kleiman stood on the ruins of the battlefield and smiled at each other.

At this moment, the joy and pride in their hearts were self-evident. After a fierce battle, they finally achieved victory.

"Kleiman, your night raid tactics were really very successful," Brell sincerely exclaimed.

In his opinion, Kleiman's night raid tactics played a key role in the victory of this battle.

Kleiman shook his head and smiled wryly, "Brell, you misunderstood. Last night's night raid was not sent by me, but by Crown Prince Solon. He didn't even inform me of his plan, and I didn't realize what had happened until the fire soared into the sky."

Brell widened his eyes subconsciously upon hearing Kleiman's words, a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that this night raid was actually the work of Crown Prince Solon. Immediately, he savored Kleiman's words and suddenly realized another important piece of information.

"Has the Seventh Prince been made Crown Prince?" Brell asked in surprise.

Kleiman nodded and replied affirmatively, "That's right. Before the expedition, His Majesty made the Seventh Prince Crown Prince. The Knights Order has been personally led by His Highness the Crown Prince during this time."

Just as the two were talking, a cavalryman rushed over and shouted loudly, "Report! His Highness the Crown Prince is leading the Knights Order and the Ballista Cavalry Regiment in pursuit of the Prince Legion."

Brell was shocked after hearing the cavalryman's report and said in dismay, "Isn't this nonsense? Although the Prince Legion is retreating in defeat, their strength should not be underestimated. Isn't His Highness the Crown Prince putting himself in danger by pursuing them rashly like this?"

After speaking, he quickly mustered his troops and prepared to pursue Solon's forces to ensure the Crown Prince's safety.

Kleiman could only shake his head and smile wryly as he watched Brell's anxious figure.

The development of the battle situation was indeed too fast, and they, these infantrymen, had almost no time to rest.

"His Highness the Crown Prince is really too impulsive," Kleiman sighed, "However, his courage and determination are indeed admirable."

On the way to the pursuit, Brell's heart was filled with worry.

This operation was too risky. If there was a mishap, the consequences would be unimaginable, not only concerning Solon's personal safety, but also the future of the entire empire.

The night receded, and the eastern horizon began to show a faint glimmer of dawn.

In the tranquility before dawn, Solon's Knights Order and Ballista Cavalry Regiment were like arrows released from a bow, closely pursuing the remnants of the Prince Legion. The sound of their horses' hooves echoed across the empty wilderness, like a death knell, making the fleeing routed soldiers tremble with fear.

Prince cast a deep glance back at the pursuing troops, his heart filled with complex emotions. Although they were numerous, they were now like prey targeted by a cheetah, with nowhere to escape. He wanted to gather the strongmen in the army and encircle and kill the officers behind them in order to turn the tide of the battle.

But he was even more worried that this was all a trick of the enemy, that there were ambushes all around, and that they would be throwing themselves into a trap and dying in vain?

This defeat had obviously had a huge impact on Prince's mentality, and he had now become unusually cautious,

even somewhat paranoid.

Every rustle of grass made him nervous, fearing that it was a trap set by the enemy.

What angered Prince the most was that the pursuing troops behind them did not seem to be in a hurry to launch an attack, but chose to hang far behind them.

This tactic made Prince feel very humiliated, because they could only be passively beaten and could not take the initiative to attack.

The pursuers would occasionally launch a wave of arrow rain, and after each wave of arrow rain, Prince's legion would leave behind a pile of wounded and corpses.

This continuous war of attrition caused heavy losses to Prince's legion.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable, Prince finally made up his mind. He called Silvan, the general he had always trusted. He said in a deep voice, "Silvan, I will leave the next task to you. You will lead the army to hold the rear, and you must buy time for the legion to retreat to Mons Fortress."

Silvan received this arduous task, but there was no trace of fear on his face. He had expected this in his heart, and at this moment he just nodded firmly, gave a military salute, and then turned to arrange the rearguard troops.

He knew very well that he was now the key to the legion's retreat, and he must do everything in his power to fulfill Prince's instructions.

Soon, Silvan successfully assembled a heavy infantry force.

Due to the previous rout, many soldiers had discarded most of their weapons and armor in panic, which made the preparation work extremely difficult.

Despite this, Silvan did his best to search for available heavy infantry within the entire army,

and finally barely formed a relatively complete force.

This was also Silvan's last madness.