Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Although this heavy infantry force numbered only ten thousand, under Sylvain's skillful arrangement, they were arrayed into twenty square formations, completely blocking the road ahead.

Each square formation maintained a distance of ten meters from the others, a layout that not only facilitated mutual support but also effectively dispersed the enemy's attacking power.

When Soren saw this, his first reaction was that of the fish scale formation from ancient legends.

He did not expect the enemy to adopt such an ancient tactic to resist the cavalry's assault.

The fish scale formation, as the name suggests, was like the scales of a fish, closely arranged in layers, capable of both withstanding enemy attacks and maintaining sufficient flexibility to deal with various emergencies.

Soren couldn't help but feel respect for the enemy commander.

At such a moment of defeat, to be able to quickly reorganize the troops and adopt such a brilliant tactical layout showed extraordinary military talent.

Soren sat on his warhorse, his eyes firm and sharp.

This was an excellent opportunity to completely crush the Prince's army, and there could be no slackening.

Soren waved the longsword in his hand, shouting loudly, "Knights, follow me and charge, annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop!"

The knights followed closely behind, their armor gleaming with a cold light in the morning sun, like a group of war gods descending upon the world.

The crossbow cavalry regiment maintained a strict formation, spreading out on both flanks of the Royal Guard Knights, continuously firing arrows at the enemy on the battlefield, inflicting fatal blows.

The heavy infantry at the rear tightly gripped their shields, raising them above their heads to form an indestructible line of defense. Arrows rained down, striking the shields with a dense thudding sound.

Occasionally, an arrow would slip through the gaps in the shields, felling a heavy infantryman, but other soldiers quickly reacted, filling the gap and maintaining the integrity of the defense line.

The training and elite nature of these soldiers were evident.

Faced with the impending charge of the Knights, Andre knew he had to act quickly. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his magic power, and shouted loudly, "Joint Assault!"

As his voice fell, the knights who were charging were slowly lit with golden light, as if shrouded in a sacred power.

This power linked the magic power of the entire knight order together, forming an indestructible barrier, like a golden halo surrounding them.

Pufa was unwilling to be outdone, he urged his magic power and shouted loudly, "Knight Skill - Vigor!" The knight order, which had been fighting fiercely all night, had their original fatigue swept away under the encouragement of this power. They seemed to be revitalized, facing the enemy in front of them with vigor.

As the knight order approached, the heavy infantry felt unprecedented pressure.

They gripped their weapons tightly, preparing to meet this brutal impact.

The Royal Guard Knights were like an unstoppable torrent, crashing into the first batch of heavy infantry with overwhelming force.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed on the battlefield, accompanied by screams and the clash of weapons.

The heavy infantry's line of defense instantly collapsed under this powerful impact, the soldiers were knocked into disarray, some even being directly thrown away.

The Royal Guard Knights continued to charge forward, sweeping more heavy infantry into the melee.

The battlefield was filled with a thick smell of blood and gunpowder, the figures of knights and infantry intertwined, forming a tragic picture.

The light of swords flashed, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless. Every impact was accompanied by screams and wails, making people tremble with fear.

Although the heavy infantry was brave and good at fighting, they seemed powerless against the charge of the Royal Guard Knights.

They fought hard, trying to reorganize their line of defense, but each time they failed.

The Royal Guard Knights became more and more courageous, their morale reaching its peak, as if they wanted to trample all enemies under their feet.

In this fierce battle, both sides paid a heavy price.

The heavy infantry suffered heavy casualties, and the Royal Guard Knights also lost a lot of manpower.

As time passed, the heavy infantry's line of defense was gradually torn apart.

They could not resist the Royal Guard Knights' powerful offensive and could only retreat step by step.

The Royal Guard Knights pursued closely, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

This battle between cavalry and infantry was tragic and fierce, and both sides showed amazing courage and combat power.

But in the end, the Royal Guard Knights, with their powerful impact and unparalleled morale, successfully defeated the heavy infantry's line of defense and won this crucial victory.

When the battle ended, Sylvain waved the sword in his hand, each strike carrying determination and decisiveness. He took the lead,

leading the heavy infantry in a desperate fight with the Royal Guard Knights.

The battle entered a feverish stage, and Sylvain had already killed eleven knights, each kill making him more determined in his heart and fighting spirit.

After killing the twelfth knight, Sylvain's physical strength had reached its limit.

At this moment, Pufa rode over and accurately picked off Sylvain's head with a spear.

This brave general fought for his beliefs and comrades until the last moment of his life.

With Sylvain's death, the morale of the heavy infantry instantly collapsed, and they surrendered one after another.

Soren rode his horse to Sylvain's corpse and took a deep look at this former opponent. He looked around, and there were less than a thousand heavy infantrymen left who had surrendered. Corpses were scattered everywhere on the battlefield, and blood flowed like a river, indicating the tragic nature of the battle.

Soren frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What are the casualties?"

Pufa quickly counted the casualty list and replied, "Your Highness, 117 knights were killed in battle, and 578 were injured."

Although this number was heavy, the knights' losses were relatively small compared to the enemy.

Andre and Hiltin were flushed with excitement, obviously very satisfied with the outcome of the battle. They looked at Soren, waiting for his next instructions.

Soren sighed slightly, knowing that this victory was hard-won, but it also came at a heavy price.

"Clean up the battlefield, the pursuit ends here," Soren decisively issued the order.

The knights were already exhausted, and continuing the pursuit would only increase unnecessary casualties.

Moreover, he also needed to give the surrendered heavy infantry a chance to live, in order to show their mercy and justice.

As soon as Andre heard this, he became anxious. He wanted to continue the pursuit and wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

Soren interrupted him, "Look at the condition of the knights!"

Andre was stunned. He looked around and found that the knights were indeed exhausted. Their faces were full of fatigue and vicissitudes, and the wounds on their bodies were still oozing blood.

Continuing to fight, even these battle-hardened knights would probably not be able to hold on.

Although Soren's order made Andre somewhat unwilling, he also understood that it was for the sake of the overall situation.

So, he silently accepted the order and began to organize the knights to clean up the battlefield and prepare to evacuate.