Chapter 475: Chapter 221: Victory

At this moment, a force of three thousand men was charging fiercely toward the defenders of Madar Mountain from the south.

This Human Race army clearly had two objectives. First, to tie down General Wilson’s army, preventing him from freely reinforcing anyone. Second, to cut off General Oles’s path of retreat up ahead, completely trapping the Tiger Race forces to their deaths.

General Wilson looked on from afar, unable to discern the specific strength of that army. However, given how valiant the human force in front of him already was, these three thousand were surely formidable as well.

For the Beastmen, the current situation could be described as a three-front collapse—a complete and utter defeat!

In such a situation, no matter which battlefield General Wilson led his troops into, they were destined to suffer heavy casualties. They might even be trapped and completely wiped out right outside Madar Mountain.

To put it nicely, the Madar Mountain Defense Army was composed of elite Purple-blooded Beastmen. To put it bluntly, it was an army made up of the sons of the Beast Race nobility.

The reason General Wilson had been constantly making excuses and avoiding battle wasn’t that he was a coward. It was mainly because the men under his command were there just to build up their resumes.

Whether they could fight a battle against the odds, General Wilson didn’t know. The only thing General Wilson knew was that if too many of these men died—even just a tenth of them!

His career as a general would not just be over; he reckoned his entire life as a Beastman would come to an end.

Conversely, if he ignored his allies and just fled, he would, at most, be benched for two years.

For General Wilson, whether or not to reinforce Prince Trilman was never really a choice.

It was an unfortunate situation, but an apology was all he had to give.

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On the other side, Prince Trilman, who had been eagerly awaiting reinforcements, nearly fainted on the spot from rage when he heard that General Wilson had refused to send troops and was instead advising him to retreat immediately!

"Retreat?! Why didn’t you tell me to retreat sooner?!"

It was then that Prince Trilman understood completely. He had been played by Wilson!

’Damn that Beastman! Damn the Imperial Court!’

"Your Highness, we must retreat now!"

"Your Highness, Chief Kandar has already been defeated, and General Oles is surrounded! Your Highness, we must retreat immediately!"

In such a situation, anyone with half a brain could see that continuing to hold on would only lead to the entire army being annihilated.

The elites of the Tiger Race were warlike, but that didn’t mean they were willing to throw their lives away.

The fear of death is a biological instinct.

Prince Trilman looked around. In the distance, the Gnoll vanguard was gradually approaching the Beastman Army. The human cavalry, seemingly aware of the battlefield situation, were no longer holding back, charging wantonly into the Tiger Race army.

Retreating under these circumstances was simply not realistic.

It was foreseeable that a retreat would inevitably turn into a rout.

"Wilson!" Prince Trilman’s eyes were bloodshot.

At this moment, Prince Trilman’s hatred for General Wilson surpassed even his hatred for the humans and Gnolls who had defeated him.

He swore that if he ever got the chance, he would tear that old dog limb from limb!

Seeing the looks in the eyes of the Tiger Race Warriors around him, no matter how unwilling Prince Trilman was, he knew it was time to retreat.

Being warlike only applies when both sides are evenly matched and can inflict mutual harm.

Now, the enemy’s army was clearly much stronger, and their allies had fled. Even if the Tiger Race Warriors were elites, they had lost the will to fight a prolonged battle.

Withdrawing now could still preserve discipline for a short while, allowing his hundreds of Extraordinary Warriors to retreat successfully. Once morale completely collapsed, there would be nothing left.

"Retreat!"

Prince Trilman practically bit his tongue as he uttered the word.

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The Tiger Race Warriors had been struggling to hold on, just waiting for Prince Trilman to give the order.

Now that they heard the command, who would still want to fight?

But, it had to be said, the Tiger Race Warriors were truly skilled.

In this situation, an ordinary army would have long since scattered and fled, without a care for anything else.

Now, under Prince Trilman’s lead, the Tiger Race Warriors actually managed to maintain the semblance of an orderly retreat.

This order didn’t last for long, however.

As the Gnoll Warriors closed in, Prince Trilman had no choice but to split his forces to deal with the Gnolls to the west.

Meanwhile, the human cavalry to the east were unwilling to let this opportunity slip by.

Seeing the weakness in the Tiger Race Warriors’ line, Valentino directly led the Fengman Knight Order to charge through the Tiger Race formation, with Claude following close behind.

This time, they didn’t charge back out; they just kept wreaking havoc within the Tiger Race formation.

The Tiger Race Warriors were already having a hard time dealing with them, and with Valentino and Claude specifically targeting their weak points, how could the Tiger Race Warriors be a match for them?

Prince Trilman could only do his best to hold things together. The moment his Tiger Race Blood Warriors were clear of the battlefield, Prince Trilman abandoned everything else—including the rest of the army—and fled with them.

The Prince couldn’t be blamed for this. Prince Trilman never imagined that what he had previously estimated to be the worst-case scenario might now actually be the best possible outcome.

If he hesitated for even a moment longer, he might not have been able to get even these last Extraordinary Warriors out, and he himself would have perished on the battlefield.

"The Prince has fled!"

"Trilman has fled!"

The Tiger Race Warriors watched the scene before them in disbelief.

The Prince Trilman they had adored and trusted had just actively abandoned them and fled with his troops?!

The Tiger Race Warriors didn’t have as many complex thoughts as Prince Trilman. All they knew was that His Highness Prince had run away, and the army was now completely doomed.

"Trilman ran, so what are we still fighting for?"

"Run for your lives!"

Finally, the Tiger Race Warriors could hold on no longer.

After Prince Trilman fled for his life, their last ounce of fighting spirit vanished. Their so-called formation became a joke. The great rout of the Beastman Race had begun.

A strange scene began to unfold on the grasslands.

Human cavalry fought alongside a host of the Beastman Empire’s lower-class races, both sides jointly pursuing the fleeing Tiger Race Warriors.

Several thousand so-called elite Tiger Race People could only flee for their lives in a panic.

Seeing this, Valentino knew that the battle here was more or less over. She handed command of the Fengman Knight Order to Knight Commander Elon and prepared to lead a group of elite Fengman Knights back to reinforce Robson.

At this point, Robson had already confidently entrusted the army to Bo Yang, while he himself rode Everton up into the sky.

With the situation having developed to this point, there was really no need for Robson to make any more arrangements. All he had to do was quietly wait to reap the fruits of victory.

This battle had truly allowed Robson to breathe a sigh of relief.

It proved that the elites under Lord Robson were indeed much stronger than the so-called elites of other factions.

More importantly, this battle was the first time the Gnoll’s style of fighting had truly taken center stage, and the Gnolls had passed the test.

Last time, at the Bloodthirsty Royal City, they had, after all, used bloodthirst.

The Gnolls couldn’t use bloodthirst in every battle. Ever since the last time they used it, many Gnoll Warriors still hadn’t recovered.

This battle proved that even in their normal state, the combat effectiveness of the Gnoll Warriors was still extraordinary.

Robson rode Everton, circling around once.

Of the elite Beastmen who had come to relieve the siege of the Centaur King City—aside from that one Beastman Army—the rest had basically all fallen beneath the iron hooves of Lord Robson’s cavalry.

Robson looked at his Mount & Blade panel. The gains from this battle were enough to satisfy Lord Robson.

After all, these warriors were the elites of the Tiger Race! Any single one of them was a Tier 3 Soldier or higher!

One could only imagine how much experience they would provide for Robson’s army.

After this battle, Lord Robson’s Extraordinary Corps would likely be truly formed.

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