Chapter 166: A Crushing Battle (Part II)

The commotion coming from the north also drew Ashur's attention, and he recognized his own Captain of the Personal Guard at a single glance.

Although he did not know what Made was shouting, as Ashur looked at the boundless enemy cavalry, his brain let out a "buzz" and then exploded; his eyes, fixed on the north, were filled with disbelief, followed by a deep sense of powerlessness.

The gap between impending victory and sudden catastrophe was truly hard to accept, and this sudden blow left Ashur forgetting to issue the next order.

One must know that on the battlefield at this moment, those Easterlings who had been fighting fiercely for so long were also stunned in place by the suddenly appearing cavalry; they needed the next command, but only one thought filled Ashur's mind.

"That fellow who presumptuously calls himself king, why would he possess so much cavalry? This is simply impossible, impossible!"

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On the hard plains, the speed of cavalry galloping at full tilt was so fast that Made, fleeing for his life with all his might, became increasingly clear in Ashur's eyes; as he was straining to shout, he suddenly stopped all movement.

He had been pierced through the chest by an arrow faintly flickering with blue light, and his instantly stiffened corpse fell directly from his horse, shattering into several pieces.

The death of the Captain of the Personal Guard instantly dragged Ashur out of his daze; as his mind regained clarity, he seemed to see something even more terrifying, and while his pupils constricted, he hurriedly shouted: "Retreat!"

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"My Lord, we cannot leave! My men are all still in front!"

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"My Lord, if we run like this, how can we make the clansmen continue to trust us when we return?"

At this time, two Warlords not far from Ashur shouted loudly at their Commander from their War Chariots; they naturally could not accept such an outcome, and in their haste, they did not even realize they had disobeyed orders.

But Ashur did not care at all, not even paying attention to these two fellows who could not see the situation clearly; instead, he whipped his horse into a blur, shouting incessantly, urging the horses pulling his chariot to gallop with all their might as he fled toward the east.

Those cavalry and other War Chariots that originally belonged to Ashur's main formation soon reacted; after looking at each other with suspicious and fearful faces, they drove their horses to follow the Commander who was moving further and further away.

Soon, a handsome Elf riding an Elf Horse and wearing bright silver armor led a cavalry unit, most of whom held bows and arrows, chasing after the fleeing Easterlings toward the east; that was Allen's Captain of the Personal Guard, Holimion, who led all the Horse Archers under Allen's command, as well as five hundred Light Cavalry composed of Northern Rangers, to pursue and kill the fleeing Ashur under orders.

And with the departure of these people, the entire battlefield suddenly lost its original order; most of the Easterlings instantly fell into despair, shouting words of unknown meaning with faces full of fear, running toward the south or east of the Wilderness, and even those captains, large and small, participated in this behavior.

At this moment, these Easterling soldiers were bewildered, panicked, and fearful; when they needed leadership the most, their ruthless, cruel, powerful, and fearless leader had fled under the gaze of countless people.

Such an event was a fatal blow to the morale of these Easterling soldiers; most lost the determination and courage to continue fighting, and running away seemed to be the only thought left in their minds.

It was also at this time that the cavalry unit charging from the north approached the battlefield like a gale.

In the very center was Allen, holding a lengthened Knight Lance, and on both sides of him followed twenty Griffin Knights; these heavy Knights, skilled in combat techniques and possessing physical fitness far exceeding ordinary people, also held lengthened Knight Lances and charged toward the Easterling elites who were still standing in place.

Following behind them were the four hundred Rovanion Heavy Cavalry that Allen had painstakingly assembled; at this time, these cavalrymen were fully armed, holding the Heavy Cavalry Lances Allen had equipped them with.

The momentum of over four hundred Heavy Cavalry running was extremely terrifying, and as the horse hooves flew, they actually made a sound like thunder.

Originally, these Easterling elites wearing heavy bronze armor were fighting fiercely with the Dwarves, but following the appearance of the cavalry unit led by Allen, these sturdy Dwarf warriors before them actually began to cunningly retreat after a round of frantic attacks.

And at this moment, many Humans Spearman who had freed up their hands arrived one after another behind the Dwarf infantry, using the sharp Spears in their hands to block the approach of the Easterlings; some Easterling elites who could not retreat in time were even stabbed by Spears in the weak spots of their armor, lying on the ground amidst spurting blood.

Just like this, under the pressure of thousands of Spears, most of the Easterling elites stopped their pursuit, allowing the vast majority of the Dwarves to successfully disengage from the battlefield.

And some Easterling captains naturally could not accept this result, and at the same time, they knew well that they could not possibly confront a Heavy Cavalry charge head-on on the plains, so they immediately took their subordinates and, risking their lives, charged into the dense Spears.

And what they faced could only be the death brought by the Dwarf elites and Human Spearman.

Seeing that they could not rely on enemy infantry to block the cavalry charge, these pale-faced Easterling elites finally recognized the current situation, but there was not much time left for them; the Heavy Cavalry, like a torrent of steel, had already arrived before them, and these elite Easterling soldiers could only press their Shields with all their strength and aim their weapons in their right hands at the incoming enemies.

In such a desperate moment, these people still had the determination to fight to the death.

However, the cavalry that first engaged the Easterlings was not the unit led by Allen, but the Elves led by Lindir; as Light Cavalry, they possessed greater speed than the Heavy Cavalry.

I saw Lindir, as the Elf Commander, whistle twice, and the Elf cavalry unit of over two thousand people split into two parts during their rapid gallop; one, under Lindir's lead, directly caught up to the largest Easterling formation in the north, while the other bypassed the battlefield from the west and then dispersed to chase those Easterlings fleeing in all directions.

Their battle could be said to be extremely easy; most of the time, it was just a matter of controlling their horses to quickly catch up to the fleeing enemies and knock them to the ground; as for whether they could survive, that depended on these people's luck.

These fleeing Easterlings no longer had the courage to fight, so these Elves from Lindon and Rivendell did not deliberately kill them.

Furthermore, before the battle, Allen had asked Lindir that if those Easterlings no longer had the ability to resist, he hoped the Elves could show mercy and spare their lives.

Like Ashur, Allen also needed a large amount of labor to mine and cultivate land, so as to occupy this piece of land beneath his feet after this war.

And on the other side of the battlefield, Allen, leading the Heavy Cavalry, had already engaged those Easterling elites.

In their haste, these Easterlings had no time to set up a formation to counter cavalry; they still maintained the appearance they had while fighting the Dwarves, a long, uneven Snake Formation.

And Allen's Heavy Cavalry certainly could not just charge in blindly; according to the enemy's formation, the four hundred-plus cavalry were divided into several parts; they did not adopt the tactic of knocking over enemies during the charge, but while controlling the distance, they used the Heavy Cavalry Lances in their hands to forcefully flip over those enemies within attack range.

Soon, Allen led the four hundred Heavy Cavalry past those Easterling elites; at this time, the lances in the hands of most of the cavalry had already snapped, and they had also taken the lives of hundreds of Easterling elites in this round of charging.

And amidst Allen's shouts, they once again followed their lord, beginning to gather on the east side of the enemy, and likewise set up a long and neat One-line Snake Formation.

This situation was exactly when these Heavy Cavalry could exert their greatest power, and they threw away the lance handles in their hands one after another, drawing the Maces from their waists with a backhand.

This was also something Allen had specially configured for these Heavy Cavalry; he believed that compared to sword-type weapons, these Maces, which could cause massive blunt trauma to the enemy, were more suitable for cavalry attacking enemies during high-speed charges, and Maces were exceptionally effective when facing heavy armor units.

Watching his subordinates prepare for another charge, Allen raised the weapon in his hand and shouted loudly: "Prepare!"

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And before he could shout the word "Charge," those Easterling elites standing in place actually dropped their weapons one after another and knelt on the ground, while at this time, the long-brewing dark clouds began to rain down sparse ice flowers, which soon turned into heavy snow.

It turned out that as Allen was preparing for the second charge, a language commonly used in the Rhun region came from behind the Dwarves, the general meaning being: "Clansmen, do not resist; Ashur has already run away, this war is already over, there is no need to lose your own lives for a fleeing Commander."

The one who said this was Kurda, whom Allen had captured with his own hands; as early as a few days ago, he had led cavalry into Allen's controlled area and was then captured alive by Allen and his troops; in fact, Allen had dealt with most of the Easterling cavalry except for Kurda by himself, and seeing that there was no hope of escape, Kurda had obediently surrendered; in fact, he felt as if he had obtained a release.

Allen, seeing the very cooperative Kurda, did not take his life, and after learning of this Easterling Warlord's former status during interrogation, Allen kept him by his side.

At that time, Allen already had a large number of Easterling prisoners in his hands; his idea was that rather than painstakingly having his subordinates specifically control these prisoners, it was better to arrange for some more sensible Easterling leaders to manage the surrendered Easterlings.

On one hand, this could solve the language barrier; although soldiers and subjects recognized by the Simulator could innately understand all languages of Middle-earth, the Northmen could not, and the Northmen occupied the vast majority of the population in Allen's country, especially those Conscripts.

On the other hand, this approach could also effectively reduce the resistance of those prisoners; Allen's ultimate goal was to hope that these Easterlings who once believed in the Dark Lord Sauron could live peacefully in his country and obey his orders, becoming an important force for him to resist Sauron in the days to come.

Allen wanted to test whether a stable, secure, and relatively affluent life had enough temptation to expel the beliefs left by the Dark Lord Sauron in the hearts of these Easterlings; if not, he could also let James and Fatis try to persuade them, as these two people's expertise was quite relevant.

Even if this generation could not, then could the next generation?

Allen felt that he still had some time.

If it were in his past life, Allen would not need to consider it to know that it was entirely possible; his ancestors had used such methods over long years to assimilate countless clans that were originally called barbarian.

Moreover, ironically, the old ancestors did not provide what could be called a stable, secure, and relatively affluent life; they used brilliant civilization and powerful strength to let those barbarians gradually integrate into themselves, and then everyone became one big happy family.

Allen, with limited knowledge, did not think he could be as powerful as his ancestors, but he could adopt other methods, using a few decades to test it on this land that possessed Magic; if it really did not work, he could also curse those Easterlings who were like ungrateful wolves, letting his descendants possess the ability to summon an undead army.

Thinking about it, it seemed quite good too.

In short, Allen spared Kurda's life, and at the same time, he chatted with this Easterling Warlord for a long time, telling Kurda his thoughts on how to handle those Easterling captives; it was nothing more than forced labor, requiring them to offset the crimes they had committed through labor and time in the mines and on the land, for in every respect, these Easterlings were invaders.

But what Allen could guarantee was that as long as they were obedient, they would not be mistreated.

And this point was a consensus among the order-aligned factions throughout Middle-earth; not to mention the kind-hearted Elves, even the Rohan people did not slaughter the surrendered Dunlendings after the war, but instead let them trade their labor for their freedom.

As a member of the order-aligned factions, Allen naturally could not go to any extreme.

Of course, Allen also told Kurda that this method was only effective for those ordinary Easterlings who had been coerced; as for those Warlords or commanders, they faced nothing but the gallows, with no second option, though Allen gave him a chance.

And so Kurda seized this opportunity, and at this moment, he played a crucial role.

"My kinsmen!

" As he spoke, Kurda walked out from the formation of Dwarf warriors; after all, he was a veteran subordinate who had followed Ashur for many years, and most of the Easterling elites still fighting bravely recognized him and began to listen to what he had to say.

"Look around us, we are already surrounded, and persisting is nothing more than a certain death, so lay down your weapons; even that cowardly bastard Ashur has fled, so why should we continue to persist? Believe me, these Northmen will not treat us as slaves, and our descendants will not be slaves forever, so lay down your weapons, my kinsmen."

Kurda's eloquence was not particularly outstanding, but he brought up some very critical points, namely that Allen would not let these Easterlings become slaves; this matter was very important to the Easterling elites who were still fighting, as they would likely rather die in battle than become slaves.

After this, Allen led the Heavy Cavalry to the east of these Easterlings and quickly prepared for a second charge; between death and surrender, Easterlings soon chose the latter, and where there was a first, there would be a second, and subsequently, almost all the Easterlings laid down their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

And as Allen looked at the Easterling captives kneeling all over the ground in the heavy snow, he knew that he had already won this war.