Chapter 330: Storm Cavalry! Charge!

"My lord has ordered: begin combat immediately!"

As several baron lords sat down with doubt, the Demon Swift Eagle had already delivered Gervas's command to the Storm Guards.

The Thousand-Man Commander Lawrence dared not delay. "Guards, form ranks!"

"Kill!"

Amid the shouts, the originally simple formation immediately began to move.

A hundred spearmen formed the central square; two hundred longswordsmen, one hundred on each side, flanked left and right.

Of course, on their two sides stood another hundred crossbowmen, fifty on each side, also flanking left and right.

As for the remaining one hundred longsword guards, they served as reserves, positioned behind the square.

Amid a burst of shouts, the guards completed the combat formation shift in just twenty seconds.

This sight left the nobles on the city wall utterly stunned.

"This... this is too fast, isn't it?"

"Yes! And not only fast—look at the precision of their formation. How on earth did they do it?"

"Exactly. Gervas, how exactly did you train these guards of yours?"

Even Mil and others, who had seen the Kingdom's elite guards—well-equipped and brimming with spirit—

now felt, upon seeing the Storm Guards, that the so-called elite and spirit they had witnessed before were simply incomparable to the Storm Guards.

Every movement of Gervas's guards seemed less like preparing for battle and more like a meticulously rehearsed performance.

Thus, they were extremely curious: how had Gervas achieved this? This was five hundred men, not five.

"No special method at all. Simply practice more. For instance, train formations for several hours every day!"

Good heavens!

Training formations for several hours every single day?

How much free time must one have to do such a thing?

With that time, it would be better to have the guards train swordsmanship a bit longer!

The assembled nobles muttered in astonishment, yet they had no intention of adopting Gervas's methods.

That formation shift was indeed impressive to watch, but after all, the true purpose of guards is combat!

At that moment, the monsters originally heading toward the castle noticed the guards' movement, changed direction, and all advanced toward the guards.

The one commanding was a burly monster over three meters tall, bearing a large ram's head, its mouth filled with fangs, clearly not a vegetarian.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

"Crossbowmen, fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A rain of arrows rained down with a rustle; immediate screams and wails erupted among the monster horde.

However, similar to beastmen, the crossbows' lethality against these larger-bodied monsters was not obvious.

After one volley of arrows, only a dozen unlucky monsters lay on the ground.

Many other monsters, though pierced by arrows, continued their charge as if nothing had happened.

Indeed, the pain's stimulation made them even more frenzied.

Mil and others could not help but glance at Gervas, finding him with no extra expression upon seeing this; instead, he calmly sipped tea from his cup while watching the distant battlefield!

Seeing this, the group withdrew their gaze and continued watching the battle.

The monsters' charge speed was fast; in the process, the crossbowmen managed only two volleys.

Subsequently, when the monsters approached within twenty meters, the crossbowmen quickly retreated, taking position at the very rear of the formation to begin free shooting.

At this point, it meant true hand-to-hand combat was about to begin.

Under normal circumstances, when facing monsters and beastmen—these alien races—the moment of collision is when the human army formation is most prone to problems.

Due to the size disadvantage, these alien races can easily tear open a breach.

From that point, spreading outward, the entire formation would gradually collapse.

And these alien races understand this clearly; thus, they always place their tribe's strongest and most ferocious soldiers in the front ranks.

Today, these monsters were no exception.

Roar, roar, roar!

Amid the roars, the strong monsters in the front ranks began to swing the bone blades or crudely forged iron weapons in their hands.

Of course, one must never underestimate these crude weapons.

For their massive size and weight are sufficient to compensate for their defects in quality.

Indeed, Mil and others had already braced themselves for a scene of gore flying everywhere!

"Spearmen, raise spears!"

"Kill!"

"Spearmen, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Puff, puff, puff!

Awooo, awooo, awooo!

However, what no one expected was that the anticipated scenario of Gervas's subordinates being harvested did not occur.

One could see the front-rank spearmen, upon command, raise their spears in perfect unison, then thrust them out in perfect unison.

And the powerful monsters, previously howling, had their forward momentum halted instantly.

From a distance, it even looked as if these monsters had been struck by a paralysis spell.

"Spearmen! Withdraw!"

"Kill!"

"Spearmen, thrust!"

"Kill!"

"This... Gervas, your spearmen are too..."

"Not bad, right? Their mobility isn't great, but against these alien races, it's the best way to reduce casualties and hold the formation!"

Not just not bad; it was completely beyond expectations.

In the past, they had seen spearmen before.

But first, those spears were definitely not as long as Gervas's.

Furthermore, the training of those spearmen was the simplest.

Because noble spearmen were a type of soldier created only when there wasn't enough training time or equipment.

Though not cannon fodder, they weren't much stronger.

But now, Gervas had shown them a different way to use spearmen.

Moreover, it completely countered the advantage these huge alien races previously held in charging the human battle formation.

Amidst the shouts, the demons' charging momentum was directly blocked.

However, the demons would certainly not give up.

Seeing the spear formation was sharp and unbreakable, they chose to fight from both sides.

"Roar! Charge from both sides and tear apart these two-legged sheep!"

"Roar roar roar!"

Hearing this, the demons immediately roared and began charging from both sides.

Of course, the longsword guards on the flanks were no pushovers; they all raised their shields and began fighting the demons.

Because the demons' impact had been neutralized by the spearmen, these well-trained longsword guards could now fight the demons effectively.

Of course, if it were only this, it would clearly not be enough to defeat these demons.

So, today's true protagonist has arrived!

"Storm Cavalry Regiment, charge!"

Amidst the thundering hooves, two hundred cavalrymen, like a flood, began charging the demons' center from the side.

As the warhorses galloped, the cavalry regiment's speed increased, and their wedge formation, like a sharp blade, plunged straight into the demon ranks.

Immediately, roars and wails filled the air without ceasing.

Although the demons were generally over two meters tall, this height offered no advantage before the cavalry; in fact, they were outmatched by the riders.

Thus, the cavalrymen easily pierced through the demon formation.

Having pierced through the demon formation, the cavalrymen had no intention of stopping.

Reaching three hundred meters away, they gradually slowed their horses and turned them around.

"Storm Cavalry Regiment, charge!"

Soon, the demons, who had not yet recovered from the cavalry regiment's previous crushing assault, suffered a second impact.