Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Drusus stood at the gate of the camp, his gaze heavy as he looked at the distant battlefield.

To prevent the heavy infantry from being surrounded and annihilated by the enemy, he had no choice but to order a full retreat back to the camp.

This was a difficult decision, but he knew there was no better option now.

The enemy completely had them in their grasp.

A knight of the Royal Guard Knights, bearing a flying eagle banner, came to a spot a dozen meters outside the camp. Archers on the watchtowers drew their bows, aiming at the knight below.

"By order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, those who surrender will not be killed!"

Drusus cursed inwardly, but could only brace himself and shout, "There are only Northwest soldiers who die in battle, none who surrender."

Upon hearing this, the knight turned and returned.

Only Drusus knew that, in that instant, a murderous intent surged in his heart. If he had dared to say half a word of surrender, his head would already be on the ground.

Having retreated to the camp, Drusus's situation remained grim. He clearly recognized that, with their current strength, even if they managed to break through, it would be impossible to escape back to Fulga City.

As for seeking reinforcements, Drusus no longer dared to harbor any hope. Prince's First Legion had already been completely annihilated, even if some soldiers managed to escape back.

It would be impossible to organize effective reinforcements in the short term. Moreover, Drusus deeply doubted the possibility of reinforcements. In this chaotic situation, who would dare to easily send troops to reinforce them?

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

Drusus sat in the main seat, his brow furrowed, pondering the next course of action.

At this moment, Tyron appeared again in the tent, his figure appearing somewhat lonely in the dim light.

Drusus was silent for a long time, finally nodding slowly.

He knew that what Tyron said was right, and the current situation no longer allowed them any hesitation or delay.

In order to preserve their remaining strength, for the hope of the future, they had to make sacrifices.

"Send the order down, have the heavy infantry prepare for defense," Drusus said, taking a deep breath. "We will break through with the light infantry and cavalry."

The order was quickly conveyed to the ears of every soldier, and the entire camp was immediately bustling.

The heavy infantry silently stood around the perimeter of the camp, knowing what fate awaited them, but they had no complaints or hesitation.

They would use their lives to buy a chance of survival for their comrades.

Inside the central tent of the Royal Guard Knights.

Soren looked at the latest map drawn by Jacob, which was a new map of the battlefield they were on.

Inside the conspicuous tent in the very center of the Royal Guard Knights, the atmosphere was solemn and focused.

The tent's curtains were tightly closed, isolating the noise from the outside world and the clamor of the battlefield.

Soren was intently staring at the map spread out on the table.

This was no ordinary map, but Jacob's latest hand-drawn battlefield map, with detailed markings of the terrain they were in, the layout of both sides, and key tactical points.

Edmund and Jennifer stood by, their light revealing unwillingness.

He stared at the map, a defensive line carefully designed to ambush and attack the enemy.

"Your Highness, the dam we worked so hard to build for two days is now useless." There was a hint of frustration and confusion in Edmund's tone.

Hearing this, Soren looked up at Edmund, smiling and shaking his head: "How can it be useless, Edmund?"

Edmund looked at Soren in confusion, seemingly waiting for a reasonable explanation. Soren continued to stare at the map, his finger gently tracing the dam, as if pondering something.

"Send the order down!" Soren suddenly looked up, his eyes firm, "Breach the dam!" His order was short and powerful, but it made Edmund instantly understand his intention.

Edmund's eyes widened as he looked at Soren, the confusion in his heart instantly dissipating.

The reason Soren built the dam was not just to block the enemy, but to use the flood from breaching the dam to impact the enemy's position at this moment, disrupting their formation.

This strategy was both clever and ruthless, making people admire Soren's wisdom and courage.

The reason is very simple. To achieve the effect of flooding seven armies, the prerequisite is torrential rain, causing the water level to rise rapidly. However, the weather has not been favorable recently, and there has been a long drought, causing the water level to rise extremely slowly.

In this situation, breaching the dam to release water would probably only be comparable to a sluice gate opening to discharge floodwaters. Although the water flow would briefly generate a strong impact, it would not be able to submerge the Second Legion and would not achieve the shocking scene of flooding seven armies as expected.

As Soren's order was issued, the area outside the tent immediately became busy.

As a signal flare pierced the night sky, its brilliant light became the signal for action.

Jacob, lurking upstream, stared intently at the rising signal flare, silently counting the time in his heart.

When the time was right, he did not hesitate to trigger the Fireball Scroll hidden inside the dam.

In an instant, a low rumble came from inside the dam, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.

Flames soared into the sky, tearing through the night, and the heat wave rolled over the dam like a raging fire dragon.

The entire dam seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and the flood rushed downstream like a unleashed beast.

As the night deepened, the breakout operation officially began in this chaos and darkness. Drusus led a team of elite light infantry and cavalry, silently leaving the camp.

They moved like ghosts in the night, rushing towards the distance.

Just as Drusus and his men were about to disappear into the night, a signal flare suddenly rose, illuminating the entire sky.

Drusus looked up, his heart sinking. He realized that this might be an alarm sent by the enemy, and their actions might have been exposed.

At this moment, Drusus no longer hid, he quickly jumped on his warhorse, gripped his longsword tightly, and shouted loudly: "Break through at full speed, cavalry as the vanguard, charge!"

Following his order, the team accelerated, the sound of hooves, the sound of iron armor, and the sound of shouting intertwined.

"Kill..."

Unfortunately, they had just rushed hundreds of meters when a large number of horse traps appeared ahead.