Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Standing on the high ground, Soren overlooked the Second Northwest Army Corps' encampment below.

The terrain here allowed them to have a clear view of the enemy's movements.

Inside the encampment, figures moved about, soldiers busily preparing, obviously getting ready for the imminent breakout.

Soren frowned slightly, not expecting the Northwest Army's reaction to be so swift.

This battle should have been under his control, but now it seemed the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Your Highness!" Hiltin's voice broke the silence, "The Northwest Army is about to break out."

Soren didn't speak, only constantly tugging at the roots of his hair near his ear, a habitual action when he was thinking.

His gaze grew colder and colder, as if to take in everything within the encampment.

As the order was conveyed, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense. The knights of the Royal Guard Knights quickly moved into action. Dressed in heavy armor, holding spears and shields, they lined up neatly and moved to the designated positions, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, like an indestructible wall of bronze and iron.

The four ten-thousand-cavalry units also quickly formed a pyramid formation, waiting in strict formation for the enemy's breakout.

The cavalrymen, mounted on their warhorses, gripped their spears and sword hilts tightly, their eyes gleaming brightly as they stared ahead.

Their warhorses also seemed to sense the impending battle atmosphere, pawing restlessly at the ground, emitting bursts of neighing.

A chilling aura permeated the entire battlefield, the grand scene of two armies facing each other inspiring awe.

This was a battle concerning life and death, and everyone was well aware of this.

They gripped the weapons in their hands tightly, preparing to face the upcoming challenge. Drusus stood at the entrance of the encampment, the scene before him causing him to gasp.

Fifty thousand heavy infantrymen marched out of the encampment in neat formations under his command, but when they truly faced the enemy, they deeply felt the enemy's power.

On both sides, the renowned Royal Guard Knights were like two insurmountable mountains, their armor shining with a cold light in the sunlight, spears and shields as dense as a forest.

In the very center, the four Imperial ten-thousand-cavalry units were like four raging torrents, ready to wash away any obstacles in their path.

Drusus knew in his heart that the chances of survival for their fifty thousand heavy infantrymen in this battle were not great. However, he had no intention of retreating. He took a deep breath and loudly ordered: "Heavy infantry, advance slowly!"

With his order, the fifty thousand heavy infantrymen began to advance slowly.

Their steps were heavy, but each step was firm and powerful.

They knew that this battle concerned the honor and survival of the entire Second Northwest Army Corps.

At the same time, Soren also handed over the combat task to the four ten-thousand-cavalry unit commanders.

They returned to their respective units with puzzled looks, but quickly adjusted their mindsets, preparing to face the upcoming battle.

As the enemy's heavy infantry advanced, the four ten-thousand-cavalry units also began to stir.

They were like four hungry leopards, staring at the prey in front of them, ready to pounce and tear.

At the instant the two sides were about to make contact, the ten-thousand-cavalry units suddenly turned slightly, and the forty thousand cavalrymen swept past the two wings of the fifty thousand heavy infantry like four whirlwinds.

Drusus was shocked to see this.

He didn't expect the enemy to adopt such tactics, directly abandoning the attack on the heavy infantry and turning to charge the light infantry behind them.

The light infantrymen, who were originally waiting in the rear, were suddenly panicked when they saw the four-way cavalry charging towards them. However, they quickly formed a defensive formation under the command of the officers, preparing to resist the cavalry's charge.

The collision between the cavalry and the infantry erupted instantly, and a cacophony of metal clashing and warhorses neighing rang out on the battlefield.

The forty thousand cavalrymen were like a sharp sword, fiercely piercing into the light infantry's formation.

The Northwest Army's light infantry was like a tenacious shield, doing everything in its power to resist the cavalry's charge.

Smoke filled the battlefield, and dust flew everywhere.

The soldiers' shouts, the warhorses' neighing, and the clashing of weapons intertwined, forming a magnificent war song.

Drusus watched his light infantry retreat under the cavalry's charge, his heart filled with anxiety.

If the light infantry was defeated, then their heavy infantry would also be in an isolated and helpless situation.

So, he immediately ordered the four rear-most heavy infantry formations to turn around, trying to support the light infantry behind them, leaving four formations to slowly retreat, to avoid being ambushed by the Royal Guard Knights.

Soren immediately waved the battle flag, obviously, he didn't intend to give the Second Army Corps this chance.

He calmly commanded the Royal Guard Knights and the four ten-thousand-cavalry units to form an encirclement around the heavy infantry, trapping them firmly in the center of the battlefield.

Suddenly, a ten-thousand-cavalry unit charged from upstream. Their goal was very simple, to target the auxiliary soldiers behind the Second Northwest Army Corps.

A rain of arrows kept falling, and the auxiliary soldiers at the very rear of the Northwest Army fell like wheat, in swathes.

Because the auxiliary soldiers were not equipped with armor at all, not even shields, and many didn't even have weapons. Their weapons were the tools of their daily work. Facing the rain of arrows, they were unable to resist at all. The smart ones hid directly under the carriages, and those who were slow to react were shot into sieves.

The two ten-thousand-crossbow cavalry units from upstream had returned.

The Royal Guard Knights also attacked at the right time, directly cutting the four formations of light infantry into more than a dozen small formations before the heavy infantry could return.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Drusus had Duodolun lead the remaining cavalry to drive away the Imperial cavalry, trying to stabilize the formation as much as possible.

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain, because the cavalry units were too cunning. They took turns charging the formations, specializing in attacking the small formations divided by the Royal Guard Knights. Only a few hundred, or even a hundred or so infantry formations, were unable to resist the charge of large-scale cavalry, like bowling pins, falling at the slightest touch.

At this time, the heavy infantry formation was like a turtle in a jar, caught in a desperate situation.

In the end, it was the auxiliary soldiers who collapsed first, fleeing back to the encampment, followed by the light infantry. Drusus was heartbroken. He had already seen that the enemy did not want to clash head-on with them. They used the Royal Guard Knights to contain their heavy infantry, used cavalry to charge their light infantry, and finally used crossbow cavalry to shoot and kill the 'unarmed' auxiliary soldiers. From beginning to end, they were reducing the dimension of attack.

Not giving them any chance to clash and fight head-on.

"Withdraw to the encampment!" Drusus finally issued the retreat order helplessly.