Thursday, July 2, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 385


Chapter 385

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

Northern Front – The Dawn of Collapse


Translator : PolterGlast


Around the time when the sun broke the horizon and the morning light began to dye the earth red, a sprawling column of people and horses—including heavy logistics wagons laden with severely mangled, bandaged combatants—officially initiated a macro-extraction from the coordinate that had been designated as the central command node until a little while ago, driving a direct route straight toward Kusanagi. Prior to that movement, deep within the pitch-black of the pre-dawn darkness, a specialized detachment of cavalry quietly departed and cleared the perimeter along the highway with an identical squadron of horsemen who had exited Kusanagi under a local guide late at night. By the fraction of a second the sky initiated its pale bleed and began to lighten, that unified force violently altered its trajectory straight toward the south, seamlessly vanishing into the unmapped folds of the geography. Within the former main encampment, only Alexis alongside troops of the primary command and communication staff remained stationary; the absolute totality of the active tactical divisions had completed their strategic relocations entirely during the dark hours of the prior night.

A brief interval after the sun fully cleared the horizon, the operational triggers governing this day's engagement were officially pressed, and the first strike was aggressively delivered by the defensive forces. The exact fraction of a second the signaling Z Flag violently unfurled across the high air, the first to move and push his boots forward was Commander Schulz, deploying the 5,000 riders anchoring the Royal Knights' Third Division who had pre-configured their formations a little south from where the main headquarters was.

Listen up! To march onto a battlefield of this magnitude only to register our steel as a useless, non-functional waste is a disgrace our pride cannot humanly endure! Our missions aren't just a mere reconnaissance to test the waters; ; if there's an opening, our lances shall ruthlessly puncture straight through their vanguard's teeth!

Under Schulz's absolute command, the massive cavalry unit initiated a thunderous forward gallop, fluidly dividing their mass into highly synchronized, independent cohorts of 500 riders each. They executed a sweeping lateral pass directly across the front of the enemy encampments, locking the distance separating the two forces at a rigid margin of approximately 600 meters.

All riders, load your crossbows with full steel bolts! Initiate preparations for a fast charge, and do not dare neglect your primary safety mechanisms!

Answering Schulz's sharp directive, every single knight across the line rhythmically cranked their heavy bowstrings back until the metal seared into the catch, seated the specialized piercing bolts onto the guidance tracks, and clicked the locking tabs home to guarantee zero accidental misfires or loose bolts could slip from the channels amidst the vibration of the march. Within the framework of the Royal Knights, the Royal Knights' Third Division stood as a highly specialized anomaly: a cavalry unit that effectively utilized crossbows to flawlessly implement high-speed volleys while navigating a battlefield at a full gallop. They had absorbed years of brutal, non-stop rigorous physical training to perfect this exact, multi-layered tactical doctrine. And now, the results of that grueling labor had finally cleared the threshold to be tested upon the world.

Maintain a hyper-vigilant watch against the enemy's first ballista volley! If we execute the exact split-second to clear their initial trajectory, the advantage lies entirely with the absolute velocity of our chargers granting our forces a crushing advantage! Entire army, execute the charge upon the unyielding pride of the Royal Knights!

The precise instant Schulz's signal blade sliced the air, the ten individual cavalry groups simultaneously kicked the earth and erupted into a full, thundering sprint. They were fundamentally not just executing a reckless, suicidal charge into a fortified position. One of their primary objective was to forcefully trigger and map out the exact placement of General Golpa's hidden artillery batteries; but even in the worst-case scenario where the old veteran had pre-positioned his war-engines across the northern quadrant where they charged, identical to the prior day's script, Schulz possessed a high statistical probability of securing a victory. Ballistas possess no capacity to implement rapid, continuous sequence-firing. This was a well-known fact even to them who operated crossbows with the same mechanism. Once fired, the reload and recranking interval required leaves a massive opening where it is possible for a fast warhorse to dash through 500 meters or more of open ground while the next round is being loaded. And one more thing. Although they were divided into 10 units of 500 cavalry each, they further divided into small groups of 50 cavalry each as they charged. Therefore, the enemy's ballistae were forced to manually aim at highly fragmented, erratic sprinting cavalry, and furthermore, because the groups were small, the total number of personnel caught up in a single explosive volley was drastically limited.

Here they comeーー!!

Balancing his weight flawlessly on the sprinting horseback, Schulz felt as if his ears caught what sounded like a frantic shout echoing from the lieutenant running parallel to his flank. In reality, the deafening roar of ten thousand iron horse hooves pulverizing the earth completely drowned out the human voice…… Along with that shout, slamming out from the fortified trenches of the enemy ridge, a coordinated salvo of massive ballista bolts violently ripped through the air simultaneously.

Hmph! Clearly too few! It is exactly as we calculated!

As Schulz roared with savage triumph, he hoisted his gauntlet straight up toward the sky. Concurrently, his sub-officers aggressively struck their signal bells, unleashing a sharp, metallic rhythm across the wind. The exact second their hooves crossed the 100-meter threshold, a deafening, mechanical roar erupted as they fired their crossbows simultaneously, before the entire forces executed a seamless, high-speed lateral pivot and withdrew to disengage from the kill-zone.

The location of the enemy's ballistae has been revealed! Avoid their line of fire and charge again!

Schulz smoothly reorganized his charging columns just beyond the maximum range of the enemy's artillery, avoiding the line of fire revealed just now, and relentlessly iterating his masterclass hit-and-run tactics exactly as before. With each subsequent pass, his archers systematically isolated the guessed locations where the ballistae were set up, pouring a devastating stream of precision suppression fire straight into their nests to keep them completely paralyzed.

As expected of the most elite unit across the country, the Royal Knights' Third Division navigates the field with the peerless, fluid movement of elite bow cavalry. And yet…… the enemy's defensive response returned fire with barely 100 active platforms; so, they did indeed migrate the absolute core of their artillery deployment entirely during the night as well. However, it's also a fact that ballistae is fundamentally not a highly convenient weapon one can effortlessly re-align across a shifting field on a whim, Alexis murmured.

Perched atop an elevated ridge located a safe distance toward the north, the young commander-in-chief kept his binoculars locked onto the high-speed rotation of the Royal Knights' Third Division's hit-and-run tactics. Satisfied, he smoothly moved on to executing his primary new strategic plan.

Send the second phase signal to the balloon for Lord Darek this exact instant! Broadcast it and hoist the Yellow Flag parallel to the main banner!

That order was carried out immediately, and a massive signaling balloon soared rapidly into the open sky, unfurling the Z Flag and a triangular Yellow Flag urging absolute caution against ballistae, directly below the Royal Knights' grand banner that bore the design of a roaring firebird.

Around the time the first Z Flag was raised, Darek, who had secretly slipped through the main highways and made a large detour to advance his army, successfully emerged at a location positioned even further northwest of the King of Ville's isolated direct army, which was standing by in the rear at a safe distance behind the active battlefields where the armies of the two nations were encamped.

Hmph. The absolute level of arrogant complacency rotting those bastards' brains is truly quite a sight to behold. Invading deep into the heart of enemy territory, and yet completely neglect to deploy even a decent reconnaissance or patrol network?

Well…… the expert local guides Alexis-dono meticulously attached to us probably performed their duties flawlessly good, my Lord, Erol responded. Furthermore, to begin with, the battlefield operate heavily in our favor: we haven't existed on the battlefield until now; to their command staff, our entire legion is a completely unknown, invisible variable.

The words exchanged between Darek and Erol were simultaneously correct and incorrect. General Golpa's troops had deliberately lured the enemy forces to the southern side, and in order to make them think a surprise attack would succeed, they had dared to purposefully pull back their patrol lines close to the immediate perimeter of their own fortified camp. However, shifting the lens to the isolated royal army in the rear led by the King of Ville, the arrogant king truly believed in their overwhelming numerical advantage from the start, and their vigilance toward their own rear was entirely half-hearted and bare.

Then, wielding our prior concerns and noting that the Z Flag has officially been raised in the sky. I am thinking we should execute a parallel pursuit to systematically compress those 2,000 men standing by in the rear, while concurrently driving our absolute top speed to press closely upon the throat of the enemy's central headquarters. What say you, Erol?

As Darek-sama commands. Let our divisions initiate a rapid sweep running our cavalry toward the southeast once, and after that execute a quick left wheel to chase them locking our units into an ironclad Oblique Order formation. By utilizing this, we should systematically herd their entire mass to flee straight into the forces deployed to the north.

Magnificent. Indeed, systematically shave down their numbers while relentlessly chasing them, ensuring our vanguard restrains its steel holding back just enough so as not to prematurely annihilate the enemy!

With Darek's instructions, the elite units selected from the First and Second Armies of the Royal Knights simultaneously moved their reins, hastening their mounts to move in accordance with his instructions.

Deep within the luxurious confines of his rearguard encampment, the King of Ville was completely bewildered upon receiving the sudden notice that battles had officially started across his front lines. His personal encampment was anchored several kilometers behind the active trenches, and he had absolutely no way of knowing the true progression and outcome of the battle situation. This was because General Golpa deliberately dared not waste a single horseman sending out messengers to report the routine battle situation every single time. However... a messenger who was not supposed to come arrived abruptly. Bearing a message the King of Ville hadn't even expected……

Our vanguard will earnestly move toward the rear while dealing a sequence of devastating, crushing blows against the enemy army; therefore, Your Majesty is hereby commanded to instantaneously make preparations to execute a swift retreat.

Processing the spoken message stated by the messenger, the King of Ville’s face violently flushed with pure rage as he flew into an unbridled fury, shouting at the absolute top of his lungs.

Retreating while dealing a heavy blow?! What on earth is that senile old bastard (Golpa) thinking! The agreement among the nations was to explicitly go on the offensive and advance. To dare go back on his previous statement before the roots of his tongue have even dried from what he said yesterday morning!

Completely blind and unable to understand Golpa's true intent, after ruthlessly taking his fury out on the trembling messenger who conveyed those words, the King of Ville not only sought to ascertain the true intent of the retreat but immediately dispatched an interrogating messenger bearing a Decree of Demotion and Arrest to strip the old veteran of his rank.

Immediately after that…… one of his closest noble aides violently tumbled into the camp curtain in a state of absolute panic.

E-Enemy! Enemy forces have appeared!

Wh-What did your worthless tongue just blurt out…… Cease this flustered sniveling! On which front lines did you say they appeared?!

Although a sudden jolt of alarm punctured his chest for a moment, the King of Ville replied as if to desperately keep up his supreme royal dignity. The King himself had taken the precaution to send out scouts spanning the northeast to the northwest just in case—the exact direction of the active front lines from his perspective—and was wary of enemy attacks, but there had been absolutely no reports whatsoever from there until now.

To our direct rear! Here is already the absolute tip of the front line as well! Please give us the order to intercept quickly!

W-Whaaaaaaaatーー?!!

At the absolute horror of the messenger's words, the King of Ville hurriedly rushed out past the heavy drapes of the camp curtain himself and looked out toward the rear. His eyes were instantly consumed by an absolute nightmare: seeing a massive enemy force suddenly slamming out from the southwest, deploying their cavalry to the southeast exactly as if spreading a pair of titanic wings, and closing the distance with his own encampment while forming a flawlessly large Oblique Order formation.

R-R-Retreat! Initiate a full-scale breakthrough through the enemy and execute a controlled retreat to a safe rear while prioritizing the protection of my Royal Person and the carriage!

The King of Ville hastily shrieked the orders at the top of his lungs, but driven by pure, suffocating astonishment and terror, his orders were highly fractured, incomplete, and lacked structural thoroughness. The unyielding reality surrounding his soldiers was an iron wall of 10,000 cavalry, a fivefold numerical superiority over their own thinned-out forces. Even if they somehow managed to puncture and break through the sweeping enemy formation that had laid a wide siege, attempting a frantic foot-retreat while pursued by a numerically superior elite cavalry legion meant the absolute annihilation of the infantry. Nested within the 2,000 personnel attending the royal compound, a staggering 1,500 of them consisted of that exact infantry. The precise fraction of a second they faced the sheer mass of the cavalry descending before their eyes, their basic survival instincts violently overrode their fealty, and many of them started stampeding and running toward the heavily fortified encampment of their own allied countryman forces toward the north, which their minds classified as the only "safe rear."

Wh-Where do you think your pathetic feet are carrying you, you wretched cowards! The enemy's encirclement net is visibly thin, it can be easily broken through with a synchronized push! I am explicitly commanding you to protect my sacred person and break through the enemy ranks! Those who dare execute a desertion and flee before the face of the enemy shall be executed for High Treason this exact instant!

Ironically, these furious words of the King became the absolute final blow. Because the individual who was attempting to commit "desertion under fire" by abandoning the core of the allied forces fighting on the front lines just to save his own skin was none other than the King himself…… Answering the utter hypocrisy of those words, a massive wave of disgust rippled through the ranks, and even more people turned on their heels to desert the royal carriage, fleeing and scattering straight toward the "safe rear" where the allied forces were encamped.

Unforgivable! Unforgivable! You shameless, treacherous cowards who do not follow my orders, I will condemn and execute you all in absolute disgrace the exact split-second we return to the country, alongside that insubordinate old bastard Golpa who dares slight me!

With eyes burning full of pure rage, the King of Ville hurled his venomous glares at them, desperately initiating a frantic charge to break through the sweeping encirclement laid out by Darek in order to evade the immediate crisis. Yet, evaluating the absolute manpower remaining parallel to his royal carriage…… the total volume of soldiers who followed him was already a pathetic, thinned-out pool of less than 500 men at this definitive point.

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