The First Vampire

Chapter 447: 445 Defeat_1

Chapter 447: 445 Defeat_1
Colin led the charge; with over a thousand riders of the Blood Knight Army closely following him, they plunged into the formation of the Huorong Army with an irresistible momentum.

Their entrance was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

The Huorong Army’s right flank, already torn open, became even more shattered under this impact.

Killing was unfolding at an unimaginable speed.

Countless Huorong Army soldiers were trampled upon, crushed, and sent flying… This terrifying scene had become the nightmare of every Huorong Army soldier.

They forgot to flee, forgot to shout, and even forgot to resist, being in a state of utter confusion.

Like a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter, they watched as they were being devoured one by one by a pack of ruthless wolves.

All the soldiers of the Huorong Army who witnessed this found that something called faith collapsed in their minds.

The Strongest Army in the Eastern Territory…

It now appears that in front of a real powerful army, it was merely a joke.

A joke of self-boasting and self-entertainment!

The more laughable thing was that what the Huorong Army faced was not even the main force of the Blood Knight Army!

Only three thousand riders!

Fifty thousand versus three thousand, and yet this was the situation.

After the collapse of belief, people often become incredibly fragile due to the loss of mental support, and an emotion called fear seizes the opportunity to sweep over the hearts of the Huorong Army soldiers.

How could they possibly defeat such a Blood Knight Army?

They were a band of madmen, a band of beasts who seemed fearless of death, and even seemed not to die!

And these madmen were terrifyingly overwhelming in individual combat power and tactical literacy!

Even though the Huorong Army had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, they were still slaughtered without the power to fight back.

Adding to it the mysterious death of the Commander, Count Brugen, the Huorong Army officers, who were originally arguing about how to stabilize the situation, completely despaired.

Stabilize what situation!

The Huorong Army,

Is finished!

At this moment, the only thought left in their minds was—run!

What about knightly honor, vows of loyalty, revenge for the lord… None of them were as important as their own lives.

And when these officers began to take the lead to flee, the Huorong Army was destined to head towards unstoppable destruction.

People have a herd mentality.

Especially on the battlefield, when people’s emotions are extremely excited and tense, the vast majority of people find it hard to maintain a clear and calm thinking ability, leaving only the instinct of following the crowd.

If everyone else is running, what should I do?

Of course, run fast!

Let alone, it was the officers who took the lead to run.

Even though some brave warriors still wanted to stem the tide, they could only be swept away and run in the chain reaction.

Finally, the collapse of the right wing of the Huorong Army rapidly spread, turning into an unstoppable complete rout!

In fact, from the start of the battle to now, the actual casualties of the Huorong Army were only a few thousand.

Compared to the total strength of fifty thousand Huorong Army, the proportion was not large.

But when the formation was scattered and the soldiers fled in panic, they had lost their organization, no different from a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

War often goes this way; head-on fighting does not cause too many casualties but the real damage comes after one side collapses and is chased down by the other.

This is especially true in battles between cavalry and infantry.

At this moment, the battleground had entered the Blood Knight Army’s most familiar rhythm of divide and conquer.

Without even needing Colin’s command, they automatically formed squads of a hundred, like a series of sharp blades, elegantly and mercilessly carving the Huorong Army into smaller pieces.

The sight was akin to a breathtakingly intense artistic performance.

Of course, it was the art of slaughter.

Even though many soldiers in the Huorong Army had already put down their weapons, kneeling in surrender, what awaited them was still an unyielding blow from the Blood Knights.

Colin had already issued the order not to accept surrender before the battle.

As an isolated force deep within enemy territory, accepting prisoners of war was too much of a luxury, because they lacked the energy to organize and control captives.

Moreover, Colin was determined to break the backbone of the East with this battle, causing them to fear the Northern Army from their innermost being thereafter.

As for how many shattered families will be left behind by the slaughtered soldiers, Colin was unwilling to think about it.

A single general can cause the deaths of thousands.

The battlefield was no place for mercy.

Count Evan stood numbly in place, watching the scene unfold before him, feeling as if he was shielded by an invisible membrane, everything became unreal and meaningless.

He was far from admitting defeat after the fall of Alfalfa City.

In his eyes, he had not lost to Colin Angler, but had misjudged Count Howell’s state of mind.

If it hadn’t been for the betrayal of the Howell Family, the Northerners wouldn’t have been able to cross the Angry River, and he wouldn’t have fled Alfalfa City in such disgrace.

But now, when he was defeated again by Colin Angler, even in absolute superiority, Count Evan felt that the whole world became gray.

If he couldn’t win even like this, how could he possibly defeat Colin?

An overly powerful enemy can only demoralize one’s courage to resist.

That was the state of Count Evan right now.

Although the personal guards of Count Brugen had already disregarded watching over Count Evan, he still stood foolishly on the spot, with no intention of escaping.

Until a blood-soaked figure rushed to him and greeted him with a jocular tone:

“Oh! Didn’t expect to meet again so soon, Count Evan!”

Count Evan’s scattered pupils refocused, recognizing the knight before him, it was indeed Colin Angler!

If one must lose, lose with dignity.

Moreover, as the second son of the Duke of the Eastern Territory, Count Evan still had his pride.

So, he stood up straight, even hanging a complacent smile on his face, and said:

“Indeed, Count Angler, I didn’t expect you to dare rush into the Eastern Territory with so few troops. Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to return to the North Territory?”

Colin laughed loudly, pointed to the Huorong Army currently being massacred by the Blood Knights, and disdainfully said:

“Do you Easterners have the nerve to stop me? Look at this so-called ‘strongest army of the East’, hah, they are even worse than the bandit group in the North!

If the Eastern Army is so incompetent, believe it or not, with just 20,000 Blood Knights, I could turn the whole East Territory upside down!”

Count Evan was so angry that he twitched at the corner of his mouth.

There was no way, although Colin was arrogant, he had the means to back it up.

Taking a deep breath, Count Evan decided not to add insult to injury, and instead asked, “So Count Angler, do you still plan to unconditionally let me go this time?”

Colin scratched his chin and shook his head: “Not this time, you’ve been dishonest. I think it’s better to take you to White Dew City, you can probably be of some use…”

Count Evan immediately sneered: “Count Angler, if you think my father will open the gates of White Dew City for his disappointing son, you are deluded.”

Colin smiled faintly, and said:

“No. I just want to kill you outside White Dew City, just to humiliate the Duke of St. Prowse.”

“…” Count Evan.