The Amber Sword

v3c313 The Oath and the Sword(2)

Rodu’s soldiers were breaking down as the soldiers of the Royal Cavalry Academy forced them to retreat. The Seventh Swordsman Brigade at the fort felt intimidated from looking at the scene, but Rodu’s men could funnel into the fort as it was their last hope for survival.

And they even fought the Seventh Swordsman Brigade. To them, survival was all that mattered, not some chivalrous code of fighting till death. And that instinct turned them into raging battle machines.

And chasing after them were spears of light that devastated the army.

Sir Malocher, Captain of the Seventh Swordsman Brigade, never expected that the princess and her subordinates would have such an overwhelming force.

Not only did they locate Rodu’s army, but they also eliminated them easily.

Sir Malocher’s face went pale as the princess’ forces charged at him. What should I do now? He did not have any experience fighting a war, and could only look at his subordinates for help.

Amidst the heavy rain, a young man wearing the White Lion Armor raised his sword. He stood wordlessly like a statue, the sweat trickling down from his forehead to his cheeks.

He sounds just like Carglise. I remember that the two were so close they could have become sworn brothers. But why did Carglise sound so dull and quiet in the future? The decline of the Kingdom and Rouka’s death must have impacted him greatly. Brendel thought with a bit of pity.

“I don’t think so.” He smiled. “I forgot that I’m here to teach you guys. Hah. In reality, it’s easy to break the Coast Guards just like we did to Rodu.”

“You lie,” Mok concluded immediately.

“Haha, I’m not too sure about that.” Brendel laughed. “Mok, let’s make a bet. If I succeed, you owe me a favor. How does it sound?“

Mok looked at him. “What’s the favor?”

“Be my direct subordinate. How’s that?” Brendel snickered in his mind. Having the Iron Faced leader be my direct subordinate? What a joke. I still remember the troubles he caused me back in the game.

Brendel was a vengeful person indeed.

Failure? I never even considered that an option.

Mok fell silent. He knew that Brendel would not bet without confidence in his victory. But as they say, youth were the boldest, so he accepted the wager. “What if you lose?“

“I’ll be your adjutant general.”

“Mok.” Freya could not help but warn him, as she knew Brendel too well.

However, he only looked at her and replied, “Don’t worry Freya, I won’t trouble him too much.”
“I’m scared it will be the other way round…” The future War Goddess was speechless.

“Okay then, the bet has been made.” Brendel smiled. “Come here, I’ll tell you how to fight this war.”

Freya’s worries turned into reality as Brendel started to speak.

In the next moment, the soldiers of the Royal Cavalry Academy moved in the direction of his sword. Looking down from above, they seemed like an endless number of swords flying along the streets.

It all happened in an instant.

In the darkness, the White Lion Legion’s officers were sweating buckets.

Countless scouts were moving in the alleys and streets all around them. The information they collected quickly dissolved the ambiguity of the situation.

The White Lion Legion’s military command panicked.

“How did they do it?”

“They are crazy!”

“Dear Marsha, this is impossible!”

Everyone was shocked.

In front of the Evergreen Plaza was a dense business area. The panicked soldiers under Rodu were running in all directions at their allies’ camps.

But unknown to the Rodu’s soldiers and White Lion Legion, the young knights of the Royal Cavalry Academy were carrying out their operations behind them. They formed small squads to hunt enemy soldiers down and then disassembled before forming groups and flanking the Coast Guards.

The result could only be described as a nightmare for the Coast Guards. It was something they had never encountered before. Enemies could appear anywhere and ambush them anytime.

The Coast Guards hurriedly formed their defensive line. It was based on the manual provided by the White Lion Legion. But to Brendel, it might as well have been nothing.

The princess’s attack was like flowing water: constantly changing and unpredictable.

The free-flowing assault completely reversed the tides of war.

“Just how do they command their troops?”

“Transmission Crystals?? Impossible! Any form of magic communication should be disrupted in this large battlefield. Listen carefully for their communications! Even Buga’s personal mage couldn’t do something like this!” Forst growled at his adjutant general.

The man looked pale, not able to give an exact reply.

Forst knew that his anger would not change the situation and he looked up stiffly towards the map hung in the center of the tent.

The red lines indicated the Coast Guards’ defensive lines. They were so bulky most would find them laughable.

But they formed an absolute defense.

Even an army as powerful as Kirrlutz’s would not find any better defensive formation. Sure, it looked stupid, but-

It was impeccable.

Every piece of the defense was so flawlessly placed, as it was the product of generations of refinements. Like facing a titan, going up against it would only lead to two outcomes: kill it, or be utterly destroyed.

It was just like a perfectly engineered meat grinder, a self-destructing bomb that attacked not only the enemies but their allies as well.

The White Lion Legion had planned this bloody battle meticulously, all in order to defeat the princess.

But they did not expect the enemy’s next move.

They had scattered like sand and penetrated into the titan’s body.

In just a split second, the humongous and unwieldy formation had become its own worst enemy.

Their supposedly impenetrable defense was broken in the blink of the eye, and they still didn’t know how the enemy had done it.

They would never understand the reasoning behind the enemy’s actions. Logically, splitting up was suicidal for any army.

However, Brendel refuted that common knowledge.

They did not understand, just like how people did not understand the importance of information in wars when the radio was invented back in his previous world.

But it was not Brendel’s own efforts.

This battle model had been revised and implemented by other players. They were far more experienced at executing it than him.

But it was more than enough for Brendel.

A young man raised his hands and looked at the Wind Spirit Spider on it. He then tied a note onto it and let it vanish into the rain.

He turned his head to look at the man. His heart was pounding heavily.

No one here, besides “him”, understood just how important this battle was.

It was so important that, despite how brief it was, it left a mark in history.

Forst retracted his gaze as he realized his mistake. He looked at his attendees, the youngsters of the White Lion Legion, their faces covered in disbelief.

“Sir, how did they do that?” Someone asked.

“That’s not important.” Forst was disappointed and stopped their discussion. He secretly wished that the future White Lion Legion could be calmer and more flexible than he was. “The reality is that the Coast Guards are losing, just like Rodu did”

The youngsters shifted nervously.

“Well, seems that you guys understand the situation now.” Forst nodded. “According to the plan, it’s time for the Kingdom’s main army to bare their fangs.”

Everyone looked solemn.

“Send this to Owen. Ask him to return to his own position.”

“Franz, I want to see your soldiers at the stated position in time.”

“Kaien, wear your cloak and get yourself ready.”

“For Aouine!” All of them shouted in sync. Everyone stood upright and left after bowing towards their leader.

A young man crossed their paths and walked in after they left.

“Sir, an army is approaching our flank.”

There was silence

“That should be Callun’s position. Who is it?”

The young man hesitated awkwardly.

“Answer me,” Forst asked him solemnly.

“It’s the White Lion’s battle flag sir.”

Forst expression changed.

“Which squad’s?!” He quickly asked in an angry tone. “Who took action without
my command?”

“It’s…”

“Who?”

“It’s… the White Lion Battalion.”

“The Battalion?” Forst froze. Was there such a squad in the White Lion Legion?

Wait… There was. But after King Erik passed away, this squad dissolved as well to honor his death. But…

Forst’s expression changed.