[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-player-beyond-dimensions":3,"chapter-a-player-beyond-dimensions-a-player-beyond-dimensions-chapter-37":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","A Player Beyond Dimensions",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2255003,4399,"Chapter 37: Turning the Tide! Slicing Through the Enemy Ranks!","a-player-beyond-dimensions-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Dust flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry slowly accelerated, then galloped full speed upon entering the battlefield; Deng Ken drew his Oathkeeper, raised the small shield hanging from his saddle, and led a squad of riders around the enemy’s left rear flank, charging straight toward the several hundred Saxon forest hunters ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Lord Deng Ken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reinforcements have arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted from Exeter’s wooden walls; the wavering morale stabilized momentarily—just one man’s appearance gave the demoralized soldiers the courage to keep fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Support Lord Deng Ken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A traditional Celtic warrior roared: “Briton Legion, follow me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That roar actually caused the surrounding Briton Legion troops to regroup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Deng Ken had already charged straight in; the sixteen riders formed a simple wedge formation and slammed into the unprepared Saxon archers. Only when they were upon them did the Saxon pirates realize the threat—enemy commanders hurriedly led a chieftain’s guard unit to reinforce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A head flew into the air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oathkeeper flashed with a cold, icy gleam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken merely swung casually—his longsword severed the head of a Saxon elite forest hunter as easily as slicing tofu; the spurting blood drenched the surrounding enemies head to face. The archers’ equipment was crude; many lacked even leather armor, carrying only short swords as personal weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrust!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The simplest techniques—each strike severed limbs and arms; Deng Ken led the charge, breaking through the enemy line alone; the sixteen riders behind him gradually expanded the gains—Kulin slashed a suspected squad leader to death, Krigan impaled an enemy with his lance, then instantly drew his blade and slashed left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the sixteen riders shattered the entire Saxon hunter unit; heads rolled, corpses littered the ground, and the archer force descended into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry’s first charge—touch and you die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Saxon Forest Hunters (Morale Shaken) (Facing Strong Enemy) (Terrified) (Heavy Casualties)!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken cut down five or six men in succession, moving as if through an empty land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the sixteen riders—Kulin killed three, Krigan killed two, others each claimed kills; together they slew over twenty in one go, shattering the Saxon hunters’ morale—some were already fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry reached the archers—this was truly a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Deng Ken even turned to charge back, the Saxon hunters were already fleeing in panic; he broke through three lines alone, turning the three-hundred-strong Saxon hunter force into a tangled mess, driving them scrambling up the slopes—the chaos spread across the battlefield, causing the front-line troops to keep glancing back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Deng Ken fully pierced the enemy formation, only thirteen riders remained behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kulin’s left arm was pierced by an arrow—he didn’t even frown, simply snapped it off; clad in scale armor, the wound was trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krigan’s Sarmatian riders stayed closest and suffered little injury, though they had all discarded their lances and drawn their waist swords and longswords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One charge cost three riders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken’s heart ached slightly, but he didn’t look back—he led the others around through the western gate, for his charge had given the Briton Legion breathing room; morale had recovered considerably, the fallen gate had been retaken, and some even sought to organize a counterattack to meet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One general’s glory is built on ten thousand bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken ignored the three fallen riders, rode alone to cover the rear, drew Norden’s Bow, nocked an arrow, and the shaft hissed—far off, a heavily armored chieftain’s guard dropped from his horse instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow pierced his chest, nearly bursting through the armor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight stunned the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norden’s Bow far surpassed the earlier Northland warbows in power; Deng Ken didn’t know its exact draw weight, but estimated around three hundred pounds—his stamina bar visibly dropped a notch when drawing it fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Deng Ken had prepared—he brought a sack of armor-piercing arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Parthian Shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the enemy hesitated whether to pursue, Deng Ken nocked another arrow, drew the bow full, and the shaft tore through the air, piercing the skull of an elite chieftain’s guard—the armor-piercing tip nearly passed through the helmet, exiting the side of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy panicked—no one dared pursue anymore!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken spurred his horse forward dozens of steps, aimed the arrow at a forty-five-degree angle toward the enemy commander’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not get too close—the enemy still had hundreds of bowmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bowstring trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This arrow killed the barbarian commander’s horse outright, forcing his bodyguards to scramble and drag him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle for Exeter halted abruptly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the Briton Legion’s cheers, the main Saxon pirate force began retreating—they had realized they could not take the town for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the chieftain’s guard had withdrawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the barbarian commander retreated, the troops surrounding the city lost morale and quickly followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken, alone on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rode once around the battlefield, then strolled openly through the main gate where the Saxon pirates had been besieging Exeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared stop him. No one dared block him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one man, leading sixteen riders, had driven back nearly two thousand Saxon pirates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Deng Ken’s cavalry had been even more elite, if there had been more of them, he would have dared attempt to slay the enemy commander right in the midst of ten thousand troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderous, earth-shaking cheers erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering the town, Deng Ken’s first act was to swap out the lord’s armor stripped from Duke Tintagel, then summoned the duke’s personal knights to form a thirty-man elite cavalry unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because from the divine perspective, he had already seen another Saxon army approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Horsa [Chieftain] [Leader] [Odin’s Favor] [Legendary] (Two-Star Gold)!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horsa was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born of the Jutes, one branch of the Germanic peoples, from the regions around Denmark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jutes were the first Germanic barbarians to migrate and invade Britain; later, the Saxons and Angles joined them, forming the power that dominated southern Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should have easily inherited his brother Hengist’s throne—but with the interference of the Angles and Saxons, Horsa was forced to divide territory with his nephew; these meddlers clearly sought to split the Jutes, yet Horsa had no recourse, only grinding his teeth in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Historically, after the Jutes declined, the Saxons led a racial cleansing—the Jutes themselves became one of its victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Annihilate Duke Tintagel, strike with overwhelming victory, and force them to submit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horsa did not want civil war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the British Isles, the Celts still held demographic superiority; if a barbarian civil war erupted now, all the years of effort he and his brother had poured in would be utterly destroyed. The Saxons were systematically carrying out the first phase of racial cleansing on Britain—simply put, making British women bear their children, slowly erasing the native population from history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exact process could be modeled after the American extermination of Native Americans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In these decades of invasion, while other regions still held many native Britons, around Kent, the cleansing and assimilation were nearly complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enfes has failed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Horsa rode forward, surrounded by his chieftain’s guard, his face darkened with fury: “Worthless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he promise me he’d take Exeter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enfes began as a Saxon pirate; the early barbarian invaders of Britain were all raiders who, once they gained men, wealth, and territory, gradually evolved into noble warlords of Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the land Duke Tintagel promised Deng Ken—Southampton—was Enfes’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also controlled the Isle of Wight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby barbarian commander sneered: “Enfes must’ve wasted too much energy on virgins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too tired to lift his weapon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barbarian messenger’s face flushed crimson; he gritted his teeth: “The Deng Ken who slew the king has appeared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He led a dozen riders and shattered our archers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caused chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Enfes led the chieftain’s guard in pursuit—but Deng Ken shot two of them dead, and killed the lord’s own horse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deathly silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around, men exchanged glances, their eyes turning to Horsa ahead—Deng Ken’s name had grown too large these past days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing a founding monarch was already a monumental event, but Deng Ken had Avalon secretly pushing his legend; though Celtic mythology had faded, it still held real power on the Isles—Druid priests wielded broad influence among native tribes, and once the tale spread, his name would echo across all of Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deng Ken!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horsa’s face burned with hatred; no matter how fiercely he fought his nephew for the throne, his bond with his brother was real—they had invaded Britain together, carved out the Kingdom of Kent, and truly shared life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother was a peerless warrior among the Germanic barbarians, yet he died so ignominiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ballista pierced his chest—he held on for half an hour before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Full speed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surround Exeter immediately!” Horsa ordered decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exeter was no fortress in Cornwall—its defenses were weak; if they could trap the enemy inside, perhaps they could kill Deng Ken and avenge his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Horsa assembled three thousand men, plus Enfes’s Saxon pirates—over five thousand troops total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking command of the army, Deng Ken immediately ordered soldiers to tear down houses and repair the wooden walls on all four sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Tintagel had raised over two thousand troops; after yesterday’s minor defeat, roughly one thousand five hundred remained. If they held until tomorrow, when Kewito arrived with reinforcements, Deng Ken would command over two thousand men—barely enough to face Horsa’s army head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the native Britons still outnumbered the invaders on the Isles, yet in actual battles, the Britons remained perpetually weaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No ballistae this time—we must find our own openings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken was inspecting the defenses; Exeter was surrounded by a mere three-meter-high wooden wall, useless against a large army, with no proper fortifications—just a few towers, barely better than none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promoted Kulin on the spot to commander of the Briton Legion, ordering him to reorganize the troops and concentrate the main force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hosa had already surrounded Exeter with his army; unlike their previous clash, Deng Ken now spotted specialized units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——German Scream Warrior (One Star).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hosa was pulling out his true core forces, even including female warriors—slightly worse equipped, yet visibly fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy outnumbered him nearly three to one; Deng Ken dared not act rashly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy began moving; Deng Ken, using his God’s Eye, issued orders to deploy troops along the wooden walls. Whenever a hundred-man unit showed “Morale Shaken” or “Exhausted,” he immediately ordered them withdrawn and replaced them with fresh units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hosa concentrated his main force near the East Gate and dispatched another unit to stealthily breach the South Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under God’s Eye, the enemy’s plan lay utterly bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken gave orders without expression; Kulin led a hundred-man unit of Briton Legionnaires and successfully repelled the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exeter’s defense was like an iron barrel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By noon, Hosa could barely hold on; he exclaimed, “I’ve never seen a general so skilled at defense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He anticipates every move we make.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these conditions, no surprise tactics were possible—only brute force. As soon as Saxon elite units stirred, Deng Ken already deployed troops to counter them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even personally commanded the Welsh archers, seizing opportunities to concentrate fire and inflict heavy casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he know exactly where our commanders were positioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the last assault, a barbarian champion tried to lead a raid of elite pirates—before they even reached the wall, a rain of arrows struck, completely covering the commander’s location and killing the two-star Saxon champion on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken himself wasn’t certain who the commander was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among Germanic barbarians, strength ruled; any enemy target marked with extra notations or star ratings became a priority target for concentrated fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Saxon elite axemen or Saxon pirate champions—he picked them off one by one, inevitably eliminating some enemy commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saxon Pirate Force of the Virgin Possessor—Enfes suffered catastrophic losses!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hosa dared not commit his own elites; he forced Enfes to send his pirate elite forward. Pirates and soldiers were two separate systems—one land infantry, the other early naval forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This relentless wave of assaults had nearly destroyed the Saxon pirates’ core strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t keep attacking!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Saxon pirate champion rushed to Enfes, face twisted in fury: “If we keep losing men like this, we’ll lose control of the English Channel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were navy troops!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though early navies had limited utility, if the Saxon pirates were decimated, they couldn’t blockade the coastlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Saxon pirates played a vital role in the invasion of Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we don’t take this place, Hosa will cut off our heads,” Enfes growled, equally furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were now trapped—no turning back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Enfes’s pirate force was bled dry, Hosa’s main army would never advance. The real battles were never theirs to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pirates were the stepchildren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t Hengist and Hosa’s core; they were constantly used as cannon fodder. Pirates had once been criminals, bandits, thieves—men with no future at home, driven to sea as raiders. Hosa’s true core consisted of Germanic barbarian “respectable families.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These true Germanic “respectable families” had higher morale, better equipment, many descended from noble warrior clans of tribal society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arm me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Virgin Possessor—Enfes was tall and lean, not the traditional burly warrior type, but immensely strong—he had once been the tribal champion fighter. Think of it as Germanic men enjoying drunken brawls, like underground boxing; whoever defeated all challengers became champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His old nickname was “Champion Among Champions—Enfes”; later, due to his obsession with virgins, it became “Virgin Possessor—Enfes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his nickname changed, Enfes’s fortunes declined day by day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Saxon pirates refused to join him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Champion Among Champions”—that was clearly the name of a beast! Following him meant sure success!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Virgin Possessor”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this guy a coward? True Germanic warriors preferred mature women! Only by conquering a hungry woman could one prove true valor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are no wrong nicknames—only wrong names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Enfes’s nickname changed, many fierce pirates defected to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When asked who your leader was, naming Enfes’s nickname brought shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad of elite pirate champions began assembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enfes donned his armor, strapped on an iron pot helmet, gripped a large shield, and prepared to assault the southeast wooden wall—its defenses were weakest, manned only by militia and auxiliaries. Once breached, elite pirate champions could quickly open a gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——Virgin Possessor—Enfes (Two-Star Silver-Gray) (Champion Fighter) (Pirate Chief)!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here he comes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken immediately sensed the enemy’s elite force moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then decided to let them advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gear was too heavy—full armor, large shields—he couldn’t guarantee a one-hit kill, so he’d let them get closer, then unleash heavy javelins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken’s figure began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a heavy javelin, advanced toward the enemy, sprinting forward as God’s Eye locked onto his target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enfes cleaved a Briton militiaman in two with his axe and immediately tore open a breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A javelin sliced through the air, thudded into his body, and the impact hurled him off the wooden wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enfes landed, vision fading, unable to speak. A twelve-foot javelin pierced him—when he fell, it nearly pierced clean through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One strike, fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding elite pirate champions instantly broke; Deng Ken’s Frankish throwing axe whistled through the air, splitting an enemy’s skull open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First blood wasn’t so easy to claim!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Enfes dead, the pirate force collapsed. At once, Hosa moved—he swiftly dispatched Saxon noble cavalry to gather scattered remnants and swallowed Enfes’s entire force whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they were nearly spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All previous assaults had bled Enfes’s pirates dry; only now did his elite heavy infantry begin advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the strategic map, a green-marked force neared the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——Exiled Mercenary Legion (High Morale) (Slightly Tired).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——Briton Coastal Militia (High Morale) (Long March).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——Celtic Gaulish Warriors (High Morale) (Restless) (Likely to Charge Without Order).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the reinforcements were weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was an exception: the traditional Gaulish warriors, with superior physical conditioning and military discipline—they were not tired at all, but restless, with a prominent “Likely to Charge Without Order” marker on their unit tag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, their numbers were small; otherwise, they might have charged outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kewito led this six-hundred-man force around the right flank, hiding them in nearby woods, waiting for the right moment to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was fresh troops!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If deployed at the critical moment to ambush the enemy’s rear, creating a local pincer attack, they could shatter the enemy’s front line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the actual battlefield,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Deng Ken’s God’s Eye, no one knew the enemy’s true strength. A sudden surge could make the enemy believe they were surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Summon the cavalry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken ordered decisively, gathering all units without “Morale Shaken,” “Exhausted,” or “Breathless” markers. This core force concentrated near the crumbling gate, led by Gao Lu—Covenant Warrior of Gaul—to hold the line against Hosa’s Saxon Personal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kregan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once the cavalry rides out, circle southwest to the woods and tell Kewito to prepare for attack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As soon as the cavalry moves, they enter the battle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Ken personally led over thirty elite cavalry, opening another gate and charging out onto the battlefield’s flank, riding straight toward the enemy chieftain’s bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This assault must end in total victory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t waste his core here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When chaos erupted, he would lead this elite cavalry to cut down the enemy commander—plunge into the heart of the army and take the enemy general’s head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Norden Bow in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was Huang Zhong incarnate—give him an opening, and he would slay Hosa on the battlefield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>",2937,"2026-06-19T13:13:01.402Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7499e972a9d26bf366a74e90e0c71a3a74e0982738c43c2d944c294e0162cad8","a-player-beyond-dimensions-chapter-38","a-player-beyond-dimensions-chapter-36",195,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-player-beyond-dimensions-cover.jpg"]