Only God-Chapter 611 - 514 We Will Share Our Fate with Golan

In the afternoon, the Dwarves launched another attack, and this time, they seemed to be following some order, initiating the offensive at all costs with the urgent sound of their horns, resounding over the battlefield like a summon from the Death God.

The Garrison of Larsen Town was stunned by this terrifying assault. The Dwarves were like souls driven to death and the Netherworld.

The reason was that after learning of the morning’s unsuccessful attack, King Kafu the Sixth had issued a death command.

If Larsen Town could not be taken by tomorrow night, then the Legion Commanders would be immediately dismissed.

To protect their positions of power, several Dwarf Legion Commanders used all means available—whether it was encouragement, compulsion, reward, or punishment—to demand their Dwarves to take Larsen Town at all costs and thoroughly break the defenses of the Royal City of Nuo Lang.

This assault was bloodier than any before.

Dwarves advanced with shields up, unmoved by the harassment and charges of the Cavalry, gripping the Golan Cavalry’s spears tight, defiant to the end, pulling the Golans down from their horses before they died.

The Cavalry suffered unprecedented losses.

Though the Cavalry took countless Dwarf lives in their charges, often one Cavalry could kill five Dwarf foot soldiers, the disparity in forces made the losses unequal.

Facing the Dwarves’ actions akin to dying together, the Cavalry lost over a hundred in a short time, nearly one-tenth of their number, and the mournful cries of horses fallen to the ground called circling crows from the sky. The Dwarves trampled the bodies of Golan men, grinding them to dust beneath their feet.

The Cavalry’s harassment and charges failed to delay the Dwarves’ advance; they reached the outskirts of Larsen Town and began a cruel, meat grinder-like battle with the Garrison.

Faced with the fierce onslaught of Dwarves, the Garrison stood tall with their spears, and the seasoned soldiers behind their shields stabbed relentlessly, pounding the Dwarves’ helmets with War Hammers, and for a moment, the battlefield was shrouded in smoke, indistinguishable friend from foe.

Baron Ambrose commanded the Garrison in a brave defense, yet the Golan line visibly retreated step by step. Weiset saw this unfold and, bloodied from numerous charges and with no choice left, once again raised his Longsword, ordering the already decimated Cavalry to continue their charge.

Conventionally, once a Cavalry unit had lost one-tenth of its number, it should withdraw from the battlefield for reorganization. But in the current dire circumstances, Weiset had to launch another charge. He knew that if the Cavalry stopped their charges, Larsen Town would fall, and the Kingdom would be doomed.

The Cavalrymen, tugging at their exhausted horses, drew back for distance and started with a slow trot, then accelerated over the short span of three hundred meters, reaching peak speeds as Golan men screamed while charging at the Dwarves with their spears.

The giants in armor cast long shadows, wanting to protect the flanks of the Dwarf Legion, but their slow pace couldn’t keep up with Golan Cavalry. Under the commands of the Dwarf Legion Commanders, they abandoned this idea, instead putting all their effort into breaking through Golan lines.

With spear tips piercing the heads and intestines of Dwarves and Golans alike, the previously thwarted Dwarves, like a swarm of locusts, relentlessly charged at the defenses of Larsen Town.

Both sides’ soldiers continued to thrust their spears forward, pulling and stabbing in turns, holding off the enemy’s continuous assaults with their shield walls. Both were like pieces of meat being ground up on the battlefield.

Bodies of Dwarves and Golans, mutilated and piled up on the ground, lay indistinguishable from each other.

And facing the flank charges from the Cavalry, under the death commands of their commanders, the Dwarves, resigned to die together, surrounded and blocked the Cavalry.

Swarming Dwarves closed in, with tired horses slowing down; they were quickly ensnared. Golans on horseback desperately swung their cutlasses, but it was a struggle of the trapped and doomed, and gradually, fatigue and fear began to show on the Cavalry.

Weiset had never experienced such a moment of despair.

His comrades, with whom he had lived and eaten, were falling one by one into the Dwarves’ encirclement. Blood permeated the air; he knew each charge was a death sentence, yet he had no choice but to repeatedly embark on suicidal missions.

The cruelty of the battlefield lies not only in taking the lives of enemies but also those of comrades.

Weiset numbly and stiffly raised his Longsword, launching yet another charge. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The Cavalry were exhausted, most of them with both spears broken. They could only charge with their cutlasses, and when their horses no longer had the strength to break through the surrounding Dwarves, it was Death’s time to harvest souls.

By dusk, the defenses of Larsen Town were gradually being breached, but the Dwarves, attacking at all costs, seemed unable to bear the losses and began to retreat. To avoid a large-scale rout, the Dwarf Legion Commanders ordered a full retreat.

Larsen Town remained unconquered, this battered small town still in the hands of the Golans, but... for how much longer could the Golans hold it? How much more could they afford to pay?

The fierce attacks of the Dwarves caused severe casualties to the Golans. Tonight, no one celebrated victory; the previous night’s joy was gone. A gloom hung in the sky, and the brutal battlefield was suffocating.