Rise In Calradia - Chapter 422: : Arrival of the 3rd Army

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! There are cavalry approaching us from the west!”

“Castor? Was he kicked in the head by a donkey?!”

Hearing the urgent report from the scouts, King Graves could hardly believe his ears. He had long expected that Kestor would reap the benefits of this battle for Jelkala. The clever Castor actually stood with Byron, dispatching cavalry troops to attack his rear at such a critical moment, as if he couldn’t wait to ask Byron to kill him!

That’s right, from the moment he heard the news, King Graves didn’t believe that the false king who had just finished the civil war with him came to support him, that was simply impossible.

“No, Your Majesty, those are not Kestor’s troops, those are…”

“You mean von Byron’s cavalry?!”

Before the scout could finish speaking, King Graves guessed what was going on. Seeing the scout nodding vigorously, he had an idea in his mind.

“I still think too much about Kestor, he is really incompetent and stupid guy, he is not qualified to rule the kingdom, and he has brought us so much trouble.”

His Majesty the King immediately understood that the idiot Kestor was defeated by Byron’s army either because he trusted mercenaries or was unprepared, or he reached some kind of dirty deal with Byron and passed it on to Byron. In any case, von Baeren’s proud cavalry was advancing towards them from behind.

“Stop the attack immediately, the rear army becomes the front army, and the two wings line up in formation. After the troops on the wall withdraw, they will form a square formation to resist the Swadian attack. Heavenly Father, if we are fast enough, They will crash into our phalanx and the victory will be ours.”

The king’s words are orders, even if the soldiers are not willing to do so. After hearing the piercing sound of the horn, the Rhodok soldiers who had finally crossed the moat and placed engineering ladders on the city wall had to abandon the corpses of many comrades-in-arms and retreat. When he came back, he raised his shield to resist the crossbow arrows from the city, while approaching the king’s large army. They saw that the army was setting up defenses, that horses were being erected on the edge of their temporary camp, and crossbowmen were already in position. Even those snipers with excellent archery skills also carried siege crossbows and stood on the high platform surrounded by broad shields, ready to use steel crossbow bolts to hit the heads of any Swadian cavalry who dared to approach.

They waited in full force, and the Swadian troops on the city wall seemed to see a savior. They cheered and celebrated, because standing at their height, they could already see the flying dust and the black shadows of the cavalry in the distance.

As King Graves thought, the Swadians had indeed experienced a fierce battle. When they approached, they could easily see the blood on their burqas and horses. Blood clots had clotted on the necks of the horses, and the riders on their backs were also covered in blood and stains, and their armor was slightly damaged. But what the king didn’t expect was that the troops brought by Byron were obviously much better than the exhausted one he expected to suffer heavy losses after the war.

More than 400 heavy cavalry rode their horses and lined up to advance proudly. They had just experienced battle, but this did not affect their morale, on the contrary, it made them even more excited. They marched singing Swadian ditties, holding lances and maces that had not been wiped with blood, which not only showed that they had traveled a long distance, but also showed that they had won a brilliant victory. And the troops that followed these hundreds of heavy cavalry with messy equipment but a large number of cavalry, obviously mercenaries, further confirmed this point.

“That useless guy, did they really let the Swadians come here? Why did Mateas and the others follow him? Even if hope is lost, it’s not like this.” Seeing this scene, Tubi Earl Dunn cursed dissatisfiedly.

“There are too many of them…”

King Graves’ face darkened. The city gate of Jelkala was about to open. He could already predict that the Swadian army would come out of the city and cooperate with the troops outside the city to launch a pincer attack on them.

“Ready to fight.”

Rhodok’s army made defensive preparations in the camp. They used the camp’s sundries, fences, and horse-rejection made in the past two days to build a simple but deterrent line of defense. Once the Swadian heavy cavalry Rush forward, rejecting horses, obstacles, and the dense crossbow arrows and spears behind it will directly solve the cavalry in the front row, so that the follow-up troops can no longer continue to charge forward.

But what surprised them was that the troops in the city had indeed left the city, and there were thousands of them. They crossed the suspension bridge in neat formation, but they had no intention of attacking. And the army that included a large number of heavy cavalry and mercenaries, holding high the peony flag and rushing over from the west, also stopped before entering the range of the siege crossbow, as if they were resting or waiting for something.

“Your Majesty, the flag of Von Byron has appeared again in the east!”

A lord in charge of defending the flank suddenly arrived on horseback and reported even worse news to His Majesty the King.

“And? Where did von Byron get so many troops!”

The king hurried to the east of the camp, and what appeared in his field of vision at this time was a lightly armed army of nearly 1,000 people. They were either light infantry or light cavalry on fast horses. Their equipment was mixed. To a certain extent, there are many thieves from the grassland, nomads and predators in the desert, bandits in the mountains who have betrayed the kingdom and their tribe, and even some northern bandits are mixed in. If he remembered correctly, this army should be the raiding army led by that rogue nobleman named Rolf. He had a deep impression on this man and his troops. During the civil war, they harassed the kingdom’s villages and farms many times, burned crops and plundered convoys, which caused His Majesty a headache for a while, and finally The troops they sent out didn’t catch them either.

From the point of view of strength, their motley army of light infantry and all kinds of bandits would be dead against their own army, but now there are two other troops nearby staring at them. As the monarch of a country, although He was angry that Byron had occupied his city, but he couldn’t take such a big risk to fight enemies from three directions at the same time, especially the opponent had a huge heavy cavalry force, which they couldn’t stop now .

“If they don’t launch an attack, we will retreat first. Time is on our side. Even if their army enters the city, the food will not be able to sustain it.” The king said to his most trusted vassal at present.

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There is a small problem, the time of King Harlaus’ death should be 1261, and the writing is wrong by ten years…

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