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Drusus's command, while making the entire camp a more accessible target for the Knights, also provided them with a glimmer of hope.

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Because they were closer to the river, the Knights could easily misjudge their charge and fall into the water.

A knight in heavy armor, once in the river, would have his combat effectiveness greatly reduced, perhaps even becoming inferior to ordinary infantry.

As Drusus's orders were disseminated, the entire camp sprang into action.

The soldiers moved swiftly, dismantling the existing camp facilities, carrying and lifting various supplies and equipment towards the riverbank.

In the darkness, firelight flickered, and figures moved about. The Northwest Army's soldiers completed the relocation of the camp with remarkable efficiency.

Drusus stood quietly on the high ground by the river, his deep gaze piercing through the camp's commotion, overlooking the busy relocation scene below.

Soldiers busily shuttled between tents and wagons, carrying heavy luggage or dragging carts loaded with supplies, trudging through the muddy ground.

Drusus's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the river that had once been turbulent.

Now, it was no longer the raging torrent of the past; the dry riverbed was left with only a few trickles feebly winding their way. He noticed that the riverbank, which should have been soaked by the water, had now become a muddy swamp, where almost every step would cause the soldiers to sink, severely affecting the progress of the entire camp's relocation.

A bold idea suddenly flashed through Drusus's mind—if they could use this dry riverbed to lure the enemy's cavalry, it wouldn't be much different from fighting in the water.

But soon, he rejected the idea himself. The riverbed's terrain was complex, and the water level could rise at any time. Such a plan was too risky, and the consequences would be disastrous if anything went wrong.

Just then, Drusus overheard a soldier muttering, "It's not the dry season now, so why is the water level dropping so fast?"

Drusus followed the sound and saw a soldier standing by the river, looking at the unusually low water level with a furrowed brow.

This question also echoed in Drusus's mind, and he secretly resolved to find out the reason for the abnormal water level as soon as possible.

After carefully observing the terrain where the Second Legion was stationed, Andre had a plan in mind. He quickly ordered the entire army to retreat.

The Royal Guard Knights' other two Chiliarchs, Raffis and Woden, led elite cavalry units,

taking turns harassing the Second Legion's camp in a continuous wave.

This constant harassment prevented the enemy from getting adequate rest, continuously depleting their strength and will.

When Andre and Pfa returned to the main camp, Soren was tearing off a rabbit leg and casually tossed it to them.

Pfa couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, and the atmosphere immediately lightened up a lot.

"Your Highness!" Pfa suddenly said solemnly, "Will the Second Legion notice the abnormality in the river's rapidly decreasing water level?"

Soren smiled slightly upon hearing this. "Of course, they will notice, but that's not important anymore. Now that they have stepped into this trap, our main task is to trap them and constantly wear down their strength."

"When the water level upstream has accumulated to a sufficient height!" Soren continued, "That will be when we determine the outcome of the battle."

Just then, Rein strode over and reported with a solemn expression, "Your Highness, the Alfonso Legion is still two days away from here."

Soren nodded, indicating that he already knew.

"Two days is enough!"

Over a hundred kilometers away from the Tacla River, the Alfonso Legion was advancing relentlessly,

the soldiers' footsteps hurried, and the clashing of armor and weapons echoed across the empty wilderness, as if foretelling the tense battle to come.

It was the third day of their departure, and the sky was a pale, leaden gray, with thick, low-hanging clouds.

Just then, Alfonso received an urgent order from Crown Prince Soren, ordering them to march urgently to the Tacla River to reinforce and encircle the Northwest's Second Legion.

When he received this order, Alfonso's first reaction was, is His Highness the Crown Prince crazy?

The Northwest Army's Second Legion had 200,000 main battle troops, plus around 100,000 auxiliary soldiers, totaling nearly 300,000 troops. Could he really block them with just his tens of thousands of cavalry?

And their current location was still a considerable distance from the Tacla River. Even if they arrived, encircling and annihilating the Northwest Second Legion would not be easy.

But military orders were like mountains, and Alfonso had no time to delve into the reasons. He decisively ordered the entire army to enter a forced march, making sure to arrive at the Tacla River as quickly as possible.

To ensure a swift operation and avoid delaying the battle, Alfonso decided to send the 10,000 cavalry that the legion could barely muster ahead.

During the march, the Earl of Hoxey City rode his horse closely beside Alfonso, his expression grave.

He couldn't help but ask, "Commander Alfonso, is our Crown Prince really that miraculous?

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Alfonso turned to look at him, frowning slightly. "I don't know either. But since His Highness the Crown Prince has issued such an order, we must go all out."

Before setting out, they had also inquired with their colleagues in the Imperial First and Third Legions about this future heir to the Empire.

The replies they received were all praises—His Highness the Crown Prince treated his soldiers like sons, often eating, living, and sharing hardships with them;

he was a genius in using troops, always able to make the most correct decisions at crucial moments.

Whether these rumors were true, they would soon witness firsthand in the upcoming battle.

Alfonso took a deep breath, looking ahead with a determined gaze. He wasn't too sure about it either. After all, when Empress Maria proposed adopting Soren under her name, he had just set out to campaign in the Northwest Provinces. Most of the news about Soren came from Rezel.

Rezel had praised Soren a lot, but he had never mentioned that Soren was good at marching and deploying troops.

"I'm not too sure either! In terms of actual contact time, I haven't had much more than you," Alfonso said. The Earl of Hoxey City sighed slightly. He hadn't wanted to be led by Prince Collen, and had always been opposing him, but he hadn't expected that it had saved his life.

Before setting out, he had also discussed with his think tank that the Northwest war would not end so quickly. He wanted to take this opportunity to plunder enough population and wealth while 'devoting himself' to the Empire, in preparation for further advancement in the future.

After all, once Prince Collen fell, the Empire would definitely send a new frontier prince to oversee the region. He wanted to take this opportunity to plan ahead.

But when he arrived at Mons Fortress, he understood that everything was too late.

It was all because this Crown Prince was too powerful, taking Mons Fortress in a short period of time.