Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

On the war-torn battlefield, five thousand wolf cavalry surged like a tide, yet in a mere fifteen minutes, they were completely annihilated by the Royal Guard Knights like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

A hint of surprise flashed in Soren's eyes. He glanced at Pufa beside him, a new understanding welling up in his heart.

Originally, he thought that Pufa's repeated heavy blows against enemy generals on the battlefield were just coincidences, but today, he completely changed his view.

Pufa, this usually taciturn and low-key squadron leader, was actually hiding such astonishing strength. The battlefield was extremely fierce, the wolf cavalry's charge was like a thunderbolt, but the Royal Guard Knights were like an impregnable copper wall.

In this life-and-death struggle, Pufa moved through the enemy ranks like a ghost, each attack precise and devastating, severely injuring enemy generals and turning the tide of battle.

Pufa was like an assassin on the battlefield, his presence a nightmare for enemy generals, always delivering a fatal blow at crucial moments.

Pufa's uniqueness lay not only in his skills but also in his keen insight into the battlefield situation and his precise grasp of opportunities.

After this battle, Soren's view of Pufa completely changed.

He realized that Pufa was not only an excellent warrior but also an assassin capable of influencing the battlefield.

His existence was like a sharp knife on the battlefield, piercing straight into the heart of the enemy.

Such a general was the ideal candidate for a special operations camp officer. Imagine a special operations camp led by him, capable of launching swift and precise decapitation strikes on the battlefield, anytime, anywhere.

Soren's heart stirred, and this decision quickly took shape in his mind like a flash of inspiration.

Soon, Soren put this idea aside, as the immediate priority was to stall this orc force that dared to provoke the empire's authority.

Soren took a deep breath and shouted, "Edmund! Lead the crossbow cavalry to pursue at full speed, but remember, avoid direct confrontation!"

Edmund understood the order instantly. He gave a dashing military salute on horseback, pulled the reins with one hand, and led twenty thousand crossbow cavalry to speed away like an arrow released from a bow.

During the pursuit, the twenty thousand crossbow cavalry slowly separated like flowing clouds, forming two streams of steel.

The Gale Tribe's wolf cavalry was the result of his decade of hard work, a precious force he had accumulated drop by drop through countless days and nights, countless battles.

Shantu's face was pale, a hint of pain and helplessness flashing in his eyes, his voice hoarse as he replied, "They were encircled and annihilated, Chieftain. It was the elite knight order of the human empire, their strength far exceeds that of the Northwest Knights, we - we cannot withstand them head-on."

Karon's fist clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white with anger.

His wolf cavalry, those warriors who fought alongside him, as fierce as a pack of wolves, had been wiped out just like that.

His heart was filled with pain, the pain of losing his subordinates, the hatred of the enemy's strength.

"We cannot give up just like that!" Karon's voice trembled slightly, but more than that, it was filled with determination and resolve. "The Gale Tribe has never surrendered. Even in the face of a powerful enemy today, we will make them pay the price!"

Shantu gritted his teeth, seeing the unyielding flame in Karon's eyes, the desire for battle, the pursuit of victory.

Karon's decision was slightly delayed. Before his order could be issued, a deafening sound of hooves rang out.

"It's the crossbow cavalry of the human empire!" Shantu shouted, his eyes full of hatred.

Like a torrent of steel, swift and unstoppable, they caught up with the main force of the Gale Tribe.

The crossbow cavalry drew their bows as they charged, the arrows glinting coldly in the sunlight, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Seeing that they had caught up with the main force of the enemy, Edmund raised the longsword in his hand. He commanded the crossbow cavalry on the left to gradually curve outwards, forming a huge crescent shape, preparing to outflank the orc forces.

The crossbow cavalry on the right maintained a straight formation, arrows nocked, ready to fire at any moment.

The orc forces, under the command of their chieftain Karon, did not panic. Instead, they revealed bloodthirsty grins, brandishing their rusty battle axes and war hammers, preparing to meet this sudden challenge.

Zhan Jiang's qi, he suddenly waved his hand, and the signal flag fluttered in the wind.

In an instant, more than twenty thousand crossbow bolts tore through the sky, pouring down like a rain of death.

The front-row soldiers of the orc forces were caught off guard by this sudden rain of arrows, and screams rang out one after another.

Under the cover of the arrow rain, the crossbow cavalry on the left quickly shortened the distance with the orc forces, their goal being to cut off the orcs' retreat. The crossbow cavalry on the right, after firing the first volley of arrows, immediately spurred their horses forward, launched a quick charge, and then urgently reined in their horses less than a hundred paces from the orc forces, aiming again.

On the battlefield, the sounds of arrows and battle axes colliding, the neighing of warhorses, and the shouts of soldiers intertwined, forming a tragic war song.

Edmund's crossbow cavalry were like ghosts weaving through the battlefield, each shot precise and deadly, tearing gaps in the orc forces' formation.

Although the orc forces were fierce, they gradually fell into passivity under Edmund's skillful tactical deployment.

They began to show signs of chaos. Some orcs tried to counterattack, but could only futilely wave their weapons, unable to reach the nimble crossbow cavalry.

Having lost the cover of the wolf cavalry, the orc army, faced with the shameless tactics of the human empire's crossbow cavalry, had no choice but to retreat step by step, shrinking their defensive circle.

Among their ranks, those fifth-tier orc warriors were still able to resist the invasion of crossbow bolts with their powerful bodies,

but orcs above the fifth tier were only a few, and most of the low-tier orc soldiers had already fallen by the thousands under several rounds of arrow rain.

Edmund, witnessing the effectiveness of his tactics, saw a fanatical light in his eyes. He was almost about to shout the order for the next wave of attacks, but at that moment, the archers in the orc army began to counterattack.

The orc archers drew their bows to the fullest. Although their arrows were not as accurate as crossbow bolts, they carried terrifying power.

For a time, flying arrows intertwined in the air, emitting a chilling whistling sound.

Although Edmund's crossbow cavalry had the advantage in attack, they had to tighten their formation and use shields and armor to resist those thick arrows, like small tree trunks, in the face of the orc archers' counterattack.