"I still cannot describe in words the charge, but all the soldiers buried in this land deserve our eternal remembrance." - Fragmented memories of the Spring Offensive.

The front line stretched too far, and I didn't have a commander's perspective like in the game, too busy to consider whether the werewolves on the left flank and the orcs on the right were attacking successfully. The only certainty was that their charge was faster than our mixed forces in the middle.

The formation turned into a U shape, with the werewolves engaging first. They had an absolute advantage in close combat against soldiers without armored protection, but they struggled against heavily armored cavalry that even had armor protection for their horses. No matter how sharp their claws were, they couldn't scratch through the solid metal.

Moreover, these white knights had clearly undergone physical enhancements. Their swords were not held in their hands, but fixed on their forearm armor. Heavy swords as wide and long as my entire leg could be easily wielded with one hand. Many of the werewolves at the forefront had already been pierced through by these weapons.

The orcs on the right flank weren't doing much better. Some of the swordsmen could use magic, referred to as magic swordsmen for simplicity's sake since I had no idea what title they held in the kingdom. The tactical prowess of the magic swordsmen was extremely high, skilled in small team battles where one plus one was greater than two. Some could release barriers, some could enhance their stamina, and some could use gems to improve their weapon's performance, cooperating with each other in a clever and tight-knit manner. Five magic swordsmen could easily match five orcs.

I began to understand the tactics of the Magic Council. The heavy armored cavalry on the left clashed with the werewolves, and no matter how agile the werewolves were, they couldn't break through the heavy armor. The perfectly coordinated magic swordsmen on the right were ideal in countering the disorganized and undisciplined orcs, who only relied on brute force. As for our central human and succubus mixed forces, it was most appropriate to send out the most devout and resolute battle priests.

Thinking of the bald man who once mercilessly swung his hammer at me, and looking at the imposing crowd of bald heads in front of me, I stopped charging. Direct confrontation wouldn't work, and we had to use those cannons.

"Honey, why aren't we moving forward?"

"Wife, run with me. Everyone, run with me!"

There was no time to explain. Seeing me shouting to retreat, not only Sasa, but also Auntie and Leya thought it was strange. However, they still followed me and ran back.

Having just sprinted two hundred meters, now sprinting back, we were a bit exhausted, but we had to persevere. I didn't know what orders the battle priests received, but most likely they were instructed to completely eliminate us, so we had to retreat and they would definitely pursue us. Previously, they were less than one hundred meters away from us, but now after the big turn, they were probably only about fifty meters away, making this distance the key to the tactical success or failure.

"Auntie!"

While running, I pointed at the remaining right eye on my face with my right index finger. Auntie understood instantly, and several Medusas quickly turned their heads and cast petrification magic. Many battle priests, too immersed in the pursuit, didn't close their eyes and fell to the ground, their footsteps frozen mid-air due to inertia.

Petrification only bought us some time. These few Medusas couldn't petrify all the pursuers.

"Cannon... quickly... that... cannon!"

Rolling and crawling back to cover, I shouted, gasping for breath. Gray immediately understood what I meant and jumped into the nearest artillery position, igniting the torch planted in the ground with a matchstick.

The battle priests were indeed strong, but not strong enough to ignore a hundred cannons firing at them from less than fifty meters away.

When the last middle-aged man returned to the cover, the golden light on the war hammer had almost converged into a flowing stream. At the same time, the fuse in the cannon's bore had been ignited, and sparks quickly entered the barrel.

"Boom, bang!"

Everyone instinctively covered their ears, as the deafening sound of the cannon seemed to make the ground beneath them tremble. As the ringing in their ears subsided, people began to cover their noses, as the simultaneous firing of ninety-seven cannons produced too much gun smoke, along with a dry smell of sulfur that made their throats itch.

"Cough, cough..."

I gently patted Sasa's back as she coughed heavily. Now we needed a few seconds for the white fog to dissipate.

"Brother Raul..."

Gray held his nose with one hand and pointed to the nearly extinguished battalion of battle priests.

The battle priests, who had just been like fierce tigers, were now all lying on the ground. About half of them died due to severe injuries or being crushed under their comrades, and the rest had a dazed expression. Hundreds of war hammers were scattered on the ground, their golden glow gone.

I returned the strategy that lured you into a trap, and your flaws are more than ours!

"Kill them all."

We couldn't miss this opportunity. Everyone endured the soreness in their muscles and flipped over the cover once again, using various methods to deal with the barely alive battle priests on the ground.

After gaining the advantage in the central battle, Leya led the succubi to support the werewolves, while Nephila went to support the orcs. The battle priests were tough and fearless in the face of death. Even if they were stunned by the impact, they still retained their combat instincts.

I picked off the remaining enemies on the battlefield one by one with my gun when suddenly I heard a strange sound. Wiping away the sweat on my brow with the back of my hand, I searched for the source of the sound. It turned out that the mages responsible for commanding the enemy seemed to be in chaos. Their positions should have been secure, so why were they panicking?

Well, long time no see, dear Saprovore, Comrade Augus.

A green wave surged out of the forest, cutting into the perfect position, making the white knights on the left side hurriedly rush back to defend. Saprovore was enormous, and when I first saw it, only a part of the muddy pond was exposed, and it was already as high as a three-story building. The massive body beneath the mud and water was beyond imagination.

As for the reason why Augus joined this chaotic battle, there was only one—Saprovore was being executed.

Saprovores, these monsters, were peculiar. I once suspected that no matter how many small individuals they split into, they shared the same mind. Because Little Augus's actions were so similar to Augus, except that it couldn't imitate human vocal systems to communicate with me. Killing a Saprovore was equivalent to cutting a piece of meat from Augus in physical terms. From a spiritual aspect, Augus experienced death directly.

When their lives were threatened, Saprovores instinctively fought back.

The only thing I could complain about was that Saprovores had a very long reflex arc; the battle had been going on for half an hour.

No one had seen the complete appearance of a Saprovore, I was certain of that. So there was no strategy to deal with them. Currently, even if we managed to capture Augus, it would be impossible to fit his massive body into a container, let alone heat it up. Many white knights were submerged in the green, viscous substance. While their armor could withstand the claws of werewolves, it was useless against the all-pervading Saprovores. It could be said that the white knights perfectly countered the werewolves, while Saprovores perfectly countered the white knights.

But the werewolves began to retreat, and Wirt told me that Augus was not only devouring the kingdom's army, but also not sparing the werewolves.

"What on earth is that thing?"

"Retreating is the right move, Wirt. Don't launch any more attacks today. Let me know the number of casualties later."

The chaos of the battle exceeded my imagination, especially after Saprovore joined. The swordsmen were initially evenly matched with the orcs, but now they had to retreat to deal with the berserk Augus. The orcs went from fighting on the spot to deep infiltration. I couldn't afford to think about it too much, so I ordered everyone to reload the cannons, mount their feathers, and head straight to the front line with Sasa.

I was on horseback, and she was on the ground. The aggressive posture of my wife, who was lying on the ground and moving rapidly, seemed to tell me that even though she had been indulged by me all winter, her archery had not weakened at all. Any scattered soldiers who dared to approach us were swiftly repelled by her magical arrows.

Soon, I found the orc lord sitting on the ground resting among the orcs. Neither the orcs nor the swordsmen could easily defeat their opponents; the battle had turned into a tug-of-war and stalemate. Both sides were equally exhausted.

"Orc lord, it's time to retreat."

"Why? We were almost able to defeat them! Look, they're already retreating!"

"No, we must retreat."

"Raul, if we hold on a little longer, we can end this war today!"

"This war won't end today, and it might not even end within a week. We need to leave quickly."

The orc lord believed that if they could eliminate these most difficult enemies, the war would naturally end. But he didn't know that even so, the kingdom still had over thirty thousand regular troops.

"I'm not going!"

"Orc lord, we can discuss this later. We really can't keep fighting now..."

"So many people have already died! Are we going to retreat in defeat?!"

"It's precisely because so many people have already died that we must retreat! And remember, we haven't failed yet. I'll say it again, we haven't failed!"

Even though the fatigue of the orcs didn't show on their faces, it was evident from the sporadic drum beats.

It had been an intense hand-to-hand battle for nearly an hour, and none of the creatures could withstand it. If it were me, I would have been exhausted and collapsed to the ground after such a prolonged fight. The orc lord was gambling on whose willpower was stronger, believing that if they persisted a little longer, the enemy would surely be defeated.

His thinking was correct, but if we considered this partial victory in the overall balance of the war, it was not enough. Moreover, the cost of this victory was very high.

"I promise you that the war will end within a week. Retreat now!!"

I pleaded with the orc lord, fearing that if we heard artillery fire in the distance that did not belong to us, the entire orc tribe would face the possibility of annihilation today.

Urum's great sword was covered with a thick layer of blood, and his armor was gone, revealing a back covered in scars. The other orcs were not in good condition either. The entire army finally chose to retreat into the forest to the east. Sasa and I hurried back to the position and organized a round of artillery fire. The casualties were average, but it finally forced the elite magicians of the kingdom to start withdrawing as well.

Augus was gradually being pushed away, curling up into a spherical shape on the spot. We didn't dare to approach, so we could only observe through the telescope. Saprovore looked like a large drop of water, but more like an ancient emerald left behind by someone, wriggling in a corner of the battlefield, warning anyone who approached of their fate.

Suddenly, numerous white things spewed out continuously from the top of Augus, which I believe were the skeletons of humans, except for the armor. Dragging those undigested debris would surely affect its movement speed.

We watched in shock as the green whale sprayed out the remnants of war, and the whole process lasted for several minutes.

Then Augus slowly disappeared into the forest. I don't know how to describe Augus' actions, but from the outcome, it probably helped us...

The only things still standing on the battlefield were a few tattered flags of the kingdom. Sasa and I stood gazing into the north. Although the enemy had not left, they were already several kilometers away from us.

We reported our casualties. The werewolf death toll exceeded three digits for the first time, with a total of 148 werewolves sacrificing their lives in the battle against the Knights. The number of injured soldiers didn't need to be counted because those who survived were all wounded. Although I knew the Knights had suffered greater losses, I still couldn't accept such a cruel reality.

As for the orcs, their casualties wouldn't be any less than the werewolves. The only bright spot in terms of battlefield losses was the human and succubus alliance that I led. Nephila may not have been injured, but her face revealed the signs of a grueling battle.

Sitting on a wooden crate storing gunpowder, I couldn't bear to look at the devastated battlefield or face the fallen comrades. The only thing in my eyes was Sasa's left hand, stained with black ash, resting on my lap.

This is not what we agreed upon...

We couldn't reclaim anything, but instead, we lost a lot.

The bodies of the werewolves were being brought back one by one. At times like these, silence was a more formidable opponent than any words.

"Since the day we met, how many times have we tasted the blade, faced danger head-on? We became comrades with the brothers and sisters of Night Fall Town, and formed a partnership with the monsters of the southern plains. We were always victorious against sorcerers, adventurers, and even regular armies, with only minor setbacks and injuries. But now... now, what has happened... now, what has happened..."

Vomiting out words that felt like fish bones stuck in my throat, tears fell onto Sasa's hand. I bent over, releasing all the pain that had been suppressed within me.

"It will end, husband. It will all end."

My wife's dream-like words reminded me with strength that this war would be ended by me, a foreigner in this unfamiliar land. Besides me, there wouldn't be another person.