Herald of Steel



Chapter 810

Upon learning of the 'enemy's defeat', Perseus's men felt their morale surge and the pressure on Menes subsequently increased, threatening to destroy his already fragile lines soon.

Thus in a twisted way, Melodias's victory actually hurt Menes.

And seeing this, Menes truly did not know how to react.

When he had first seen that huge army, like Melodias he too had panicked.

And then seeing how the man's quick thinking was able to destroy an army twice his size and so effortlessly at that, he should have been cheering like crazy.

It was a result that should have been a dream come true.

But somehow, that great result in a twisted way caused great pain for Menes.

What misfortune!

And ultimately the fatigued general could do little but hold on, telling his men that Melodias was on his way.

And some of the legionaries could indeed peek at some brief flashes of blue in front of them, and so rallied, feeling that help was just on the way.

Their morale strengthened, they locked shields and held on for dear life with clenched teeth.

However as time went on, that feeling of optimism on their part began to wane, for that ocean of blue never materialized.

For Melodias's unruly levies, thinking the battle was over, began to chase after loot and booty in Perseus's camp.

"Haha, kill!"

"Shoot! Do not let them escape."

"They are ours. Capture them."

"The camp! The camp doors are open! Come, brothers!"

"Women! There are beautiful women there."

"Hahaha, Daddy is gonna teach these girls what a real man feels like."

Groups of cavalry chased after the running phalangites- slashing, stabbing, and jabbing them at every opportunity.

Though surprisingly this proved to be not so easy, as the men who had shed their shields and threw their heavy sarissas proved to be quite hard to catch, especially since the uneven grounds were hard to traverse for the heavy Zanzan cavalry.

So many were limited to chasing them at speeds that only netted them a few kills, only able to claim the unlucky few right in the vicinity.

Or for the lucky one, surrounding a small group of Petricuno's men and barking such,

"Lay down. Throw away any weapons."

"Hands above your head! Hands above your head and you will be spared."

Where were they?

Did they simply die?

But that would have at least produced some sound.

Did they not defend the camp?

Because if they had used the camp's defenses, the 6,000 legionaries would not have found the place so easy to breach.

So given the current development, it was not unreasonable to think they had most likely fled.

But no!

Manuk would not flee.

At least not without Perseus, for he knew the king's importance.

Thus currently the man was actually charging up the hill, shouting, 

"Quick! His Majesty needs our rescue. Hurry! Move those feet faster."

The bald man had seen the apparent disintegration of Petricuno's force with a kind of schadenfreude look, both feeling good at having his prediction come true, but also sighing in dismay at the defeat of his forces.

Their outnumbering force should have been easily able to win this battle, but impatience and hubris had squandered that.

Now, the best that they would be able to reasonably achieve was a tie. 

It was with that thought that Manuk raced up the now clear slopes, the elephants leading the charge, hoping to snap Menes finally in two, but even that beautiful scenery produced little comfort for the archpriest. 

Perhaps he would be able to deal a devastating blow to Alexander and cripple him, preventing the ambitious lord from launching any more offensive attacks and taking more grounds.

But holding onto much of the gains he made should still be quite possible. 

After all, Perseus himself had almost no men left to conscript, and it was unknown how much the foreign powers would be willing to aid him, especially given the destruction on Petricuno's side meant many of the soldiers these powers sent were either lost, killed or would need significant time to return to their base.

Many might even refuse to fight and ask for their coin and leave.

And then, after all, perhaps Perseus and Alexander would sign a peace deal.

Manuk did know the Tibian court had already sent out peace feelers.

And a peace treaty between the two powers was definitely not beneficial for his cause, as it would free Alexander to pursue fighting on other fronts.

But what could he do?

Things had developed into such a quagmire state and he could only will his tiny force to go to the royal's aid as soon as possible.

But unfortunately for Perseus, help was not only due for him, for soon Manuk spotted a small contingent of blue beelining for the exact position he was heading!

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