Only God-Chapter 610 - 513: Will Golan Be Destroyed? (Two-in-one additional)_2

Leia spoke non-stop, the bonfire blazing, creating a stark contrast to the eerie battlefield beneath their feet. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after, this joy would no longer exist.

Weiset couldn’t help but remark,

"We’re extremely close to the Kingdom... Yes, extremely close to the Kingdom. From here, one can even see the walls of Nuo Lang."

Due to a halted attack, the Dwarves followed the orders of Kafu the Sixth, mobilizing several legions overnight. Three legions arrived at the Dwarves’ front line in Larsen Town in a forced march, and after a brief rest, they began organizing a new assault relentlessly.

The first fierce attack happened at dawn, the sky just beginning to clear. A horn of the Dwarves sounded miles away. The sentinels of Larsen Town spotted the enemy’s movement, hurriedly beating the war drums, their horns echoing across the skies, stirring the entire town to prepare against the Dwarves’ onslaught.

Weiset quickly mounted his horse and organized his cavalry.

In the Kingdom of Golan, out of about sixty thousand troops, approximately four thousand were cavalry. Two thousand five hundred cavalry followed Maxwell’s flag, five hundred were stationed at Boot Fortress and Horsehead Fortress, and the remaining one thousand were deployed in Larsen Town, highlighting the town’s strategic importance in the war.

These thousand-plus cavalry would unconditionally obey the commander’s orders, solely to defend Larsen Town beneath their feet and to buy precious time for Maxwell’s planned pincer maneuver.

The dense ranks of Dwarf infantry appeared in the distance, a great pressure building on Weiset, causing his hand, gripping his longsword, to sweat profusely.

Should these thousand cavalry suffer severe damage due to his single miscommand, Larsen Town would have fallen halfway, and with a domino effect, the Kingdom of Golan could very well face extinction.

"Lord Weiset, Baron Ambrose wants you to find a way to flank, harass the Dwarves’ infantry, and disrupt their siege engines," the Scout quickly conveyed the commander Baron Ambrose’s order. Weiset nodded, took a deep breath, raised his longsword, and spurred his horse forward.

Thousands of horses’ hooves surged over Larsen Town, kicking up clouds of dust as the cavalry began their maneuver, heading toward the dense ranks of the Dwarf army from the side.

Giant bed crossbows were set up; giants strenuously pushed these siege engines, attempting to strike the charging cavalry. But just as the giants had aimed, under Weiset’s timely command, the cavalry closed the distance with the Dwarves’ infantry on the flank. If they fired the bed crossbows now, they risked harming their own troops.

Thus, the bed crossbows shifted direction, targeting the towers, houses, and trenches of Larsen Town instead.

The cavalry began to harass the Dwarves’ infantry on the flanks, throwing spears and arrows from horseback. At the frontline, a continuous rain of arrows swept over, coordinating with the cavalry to disrupt the Dwarves’ formation.

Weiset had his cavalry perform feint maneuvers, luring the impatient Dwarves out of their formation and breaking them one by one. This tactic quickly proved effective, with several Dwarves falling to it.

However, the cavalry’s harassment only slightly delayed the Dwarves’ advance and did not inflict fatal damage. As the Dwarves tightened their formation under the Legion Commander’s orders, the baiting tactic lost its initial effectiveness. Several cavalrymen, failing to react in time, were surrounded by Dwarves, who cut down their horses and decapitated the Golan soldiers.

Weiset urgently directed his cavalry to retreat, moving as quickly as possible to the side of a hillside to seek an opportunity to strike at the enemy’s siege engines.

The battlefield was cruel and unpredictable.

While the cavalry indeed withdrew successfully, the cost was that the frontline allied forces had to bear the full brunt of the Dwarves’ assault.

This was not yesterday’s two legions, but five legions. Even due to the exhaustion from the forced march, the actual force deployed was only equivalent to four legions, but for the ten thousand Garrison men of Larsen Town, this was an immense pressure.

The massive Bed Crossbows and catapults were fired, thundering sounds ensued, and a massive boulder hurtled towards Larsen Town. Wooden towers collapsed in an instant, shallow pits were smashed into the town’s low walls in moments. The Garrison felt the earth shake and the mountains tremble, continuously crouching down and holding their shields over their heads.

Archers kept firing arrows non-stop, but the sky full of arrows could not stop the Dwarves’ advance, and soon, melee combat had begun.

The Dwarves’ swords clashed with the humans’ swords. Several reckless Golan men, on account of their carelessness, were injured by the Dwarves’ swords, some even having their necks half severed, lying on the ground gasping for breath.

The Dwarves took the lead in charging up the mere two-meter-high town wall. The Golan men met them, and Larsen Town began to sink into a brutal seesaw battle, with blood flowing everywhere, countless intestines strewn about.

Weiset, who had led the Cavalry to temporarily retreat, looked back, his mind buzzing all at once with the sight of blood, axes, war cries, howls, and military drums...

All these sounds seemed to defy distance, echoing right beside him. It was only then that he truly understood how much pressure his decision had placed on the Garrison.

The Dwarves’ offensive was fierce, and as more and more Dwarves occupied the wall, Larsen Town was in grave danger at this moment, panic spreading, the Dwarves coming one step closer to conquering Golan.

Hence, Weiset grit his teeth, no longer focusing his gaze on the Dwarves’ siege machines. Leading his Cavalry around a wide circle, he resorted to a risky maneuver, ordering a fearless charge towards the Dwarves’ weak left flank.

The Golan flag was flying high. Each Golan Cavalryman understood what Larsen Town beneath their feet symbolized. With the horns sounding, the commander held up his Longsword. The Cavalry instantly straightened their spears, the horse hooves shaking the ground as they all roared in unison:

"Perils cannot destroy Golan!"

Thousands of spears pointed directly at the dense mass of the Dwarf army. The brave Golan men, like thunder piercing through the night, courageously carved into the Dwarves’ weak left flank.

The surprise attack caused great chaos among the Dwarves. Golan Cavalry charged in batches—one detachment would break out from the Dwarves’ formation, then another would charge, leaving the Dwarves completely unable to organize an effective resistance.

The chaos widened, the Dwarves’ left wing collapsed under the charge, and the Garrison of Larsen Town also coordinated with the horns to launch a counterattack. Driven to desperation, the Dwarf legions began to retreat towards their former positions. By noon, under the fearless charging of Golan men, Larsen Town was held, but it was left more battered than before.

Weiset, panting heavily, led his Cavalry back into Larsen Town. They were greeted by cheers from the Garrison, the son of the Earl managing a weak smile, only he knew how dangerous his actions were.

The morning’s combat had left the Cavalrymen exhausted. They all dismounted from their horses, listlessly leaning against the corner, their faces covered in blood, some from enemies, some their own. They counted how many comrades unfortunately died in the charge.

Below the city walls, Golan men and Dwarf bodies piled up, exposed to the sunlight. All in all, the Dwarves’ bodies were more numerous.

Weiset saw Leia, who loved to boast, slowly climb up to the top of the city wall. He trembled from fatigue. Other Cavaliers also gathered at the top of the wall, looking at the bloody battlefield.

The Golan Cavalrymen were so fearless, that even when death was close at hand, it couldn’t shake their will. Wounds and blood couldn’t break them—instead, they only grew stronger with battle.

Under the scorching sun, Weiset heard Leia lament:

"How many more of them must we bury before they understand, that even if the entire world falls, they can’t destroy Golan."