Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"Your Majesty, the heavy carriages are fully equipped," Edmund said, his posture upright and his steps steady as he approached Soren, his tone respectful.

His eyes revealed a deep reverence for Soren, as if the young monarch possessed an invisible charisma that compelled people to serve him.

Soren nodded slightly, his deep eyes gleaming with confident light, and said loudly with high spirits: "Attack, pursue the orcish forces."

His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in the air, igniting the soldiers' blood.

This military campaign was unprecedented in scale.

Soren had mobilized the entire garrison from the northwest, a vast and mighty army of over a million soldiers.

The million-strong human army was like an iron torrent, ready to pursue the orcs.

Meanwhile, the orcish forces, upon learning of the approaching human army, did not panic.

Chieftain Haisel commanded with composure, knowing the human army relied on the power of magic cannons, so he ordered his troops to maintain an orderly retreat.

Although the orcs were filled with anger towards the pursuing humans, they remained disciplined under orders.

Among their ranks, the tiger-clan warriors stood imposing, their eyes glinting with ferocity.

As vanguards, they were responsible for scouting and rearguard duties, their lithe figures displaying great power as they ran, each step leaving deep footprints in the ground.

The fox-clan warriors, with their cunning, constantly set up simple traps and misleading markers to misdirect the human pursuit.

They moved nimbly, like phantoms flitting through the trees and bushes, using the natural environment to conceal their tracks.

The bear-clan warriors took on the responsibility of protecting the shaman corps.

The shamans chanted incantations, casting various enhancement spells to bolster the strength and defense of the surrounding orcs.

The bear-clan's massive frames were like mobile fortresses, wielding giant axes and vigilantly watching their surroundings, ready to deliver a head-on blow should the human army approach.

In the past, such a military undertaking would have been dismissed as a pipe dream.

The orcs had always been renowned for their powerful physiques, ferocious fighting styles, and vast numbers.

Their reputation on the battlefield made human armies cower in fear.

However, the situation was now different.

Under Soren's leadership, the imperial army had achieved successive victories, and morale was high.

These victories had shown the soldiers that the orcs were not invincible and that they themselves possessed great strength and exceptional combat abilities.

Each encounter with the orcs had provided them with experience, making them braver and more confident.

Now, filled with a desire for victory, they pursued the orcish forces, and a thrilling battle was about to unfold.

During this intense pursuit, the chase-and-flee situation continued to play out.

The orcish army skillfully employed strategy, drawing the human imperial army away from Fort Stamm until they were a good twenty kilometers away from the fortress before stopping.

These twenty kilometers were like a road paved with blood, every inch of land witnessing brutal combat.

Along the way, the human crossbow cavalry acted like messengers of death, riding their warhorses at lightning speed.

The crossbow bolts in their hands rained down on the orcs.

The bolts sliced through the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds, ruthlessly piercing the orcs' bodies.

Many orcs fell under this dense crossbow fire, their blood staining the earth red, their eyes filled with unwillingness and rage.

This pursuit filled the orcs with pent-up anger, grief for the deaths of their comrades, and hatred for the human attacks.

Now, the situation reversed, and the orcs finally switched from defense to offense.

The orcish army quickly formed up, the rearguard instantly becoming the vanguard.

Without hesitation, they charged towards the imperial army like a surging tide, without even having time to sound the war drums.

They would use the most primitive, simplest, and most savage method, relying on their own powerful physiques and fearless courage to break through the human lines and rout the human army.

The earth-shattering battle cries seemed to tear the sky apart, demonstrating their determination and desire for revenge.

The orcs' eyes burned with fury, their muscles tensed, their weapons raised high as they sprinted towards the enemy.

The imperial army had complete contingency plans.

The moment the orcish army stopped, the well-trained imperial infantry in the rear quickly and methodically began to move.

Sword-and-shield soldiers, as the first line of defense, marched forward with orderly and steady steps, quickly taking the lead.

Their expressions were firm, their shields closely interlocked, instantly forming a massive and solid shield wall.

The shields gleamed with metallic coldness under the sunlight, like an iron-forged bulwark, standing ready to meet the orcish onslaught.

At the same time, the cavalry quickly retreated to the flanks without hesitation.

Hooves kicked up clouds of dust, their movements clean and efficient, demonstrating a high level of military proficiency.

Warhorses neighed, as if invigorated by the imminent battle.

Each pikeman stood tall, holding their breath, poised to strike, their eyes revealing fearless courage.

As soon as the orcs struck the shield wall, they would thrust their spears out without hesitation, letting the enemy taste the coldness and cruelty of steel.

Meanwhile, the archers and crossbowmen behind the infantry were also moving with haste.

They quickly found their respective formations and stood orderly within them.

The archers and crossbowmen skillfully drew their bows and nocked their arrows in one smooth motion.

With each twang of the bowstring, an arrow was placed on the string, the arrowhead pointing towards the charging orcs.

Their eyes were focused, like hunting eagles, ready to inflict a heavy blow on the orcs at the opportune moment, laying the foundation for victory in this battle.

The entire imperial army was like a precisely operating war machine, each part working closely together, standing ready for the brutal slaughter that was about to come.

Hu Fu stood at the front of the orcish army, watching the well-trained imperial army, which had reacted so quickly in such a short time, and couldn't help but gasp.

Before the expedition, he had heard that His Highness Prince Soren was skilled at training troops, but he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.

But now, seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that the rumors were true.

The uniform movements and orderly formation revealed the extraordinary nature of this imperial army.