Only God-Chapter 616 - 516 Maxwell’s Miracle

As dusk fell, the battle at Larsen Town neared its end. The commander of the cavalry, the son of Earl Weiset, organized one last charge. This deathly blow succeeded in shattering the enemy’s left flank before he perished on the battlefield.

Exhausted from a day’s fighting, the cavalry’s horses no longer had the strength to move on. Just like Weiset had experienced, once they fell into the enemy’s formation, there was no escaping. After their charge, the cavalry dismounted and, seizing the weapons in their hands, fought back with all their might in a final act of resistance.

Although many of these cavalrymen were knights, known for their valiant and skillful combat, they still fell one by one within the encirclement of the Dwarves. The Dwarves of Kaelonde despised these horse-riding humans so much that few wished to take them prisoner or spare their lives. The cavalry faced the cruelest of retributions—death.

At the cost of nearly complete annihilation, the cavalry managed to delay the advance of the Dwarves. Touched by this, Baron Ambrose ordered a continued resistance. The onslaught of the Dwarves slowed, and the situation on the battlefield grew even more tense.

However, it seemed the Dwarves were destined to win eventually, unless...

The battlefield of Larsen Town was shrouded in the chaos of war, with blood mixing with the rain. It was then, atop a small tower where arrows were shot relentlessly, a Golan man suddenly looked up. Through the blurring rain, he saw the banners of Maxwell.

At first, he thought it was an Illusion or some Divine trickery. But as more and more flags emerged like groundhogs, and the original banners drew closer, he finally realized—God of Victory was on the side of the Golan people, and He had handed His sword to Golan.

Under the heavy clouds, the light of victory began to emerge, and he burst out with a shout:

"Maxwell has come! Maxwell has come!"

His loud voice echoed through a corner of the battlefield. The Golan garrison, initially taken aback, suddenly surged with fervor. They called out Maxwell’s name, shouting for the land beneath their feet, and launched a counterattack against the relentless enemy.

Maxwell, leading two thousand five hundred cavalry, was the first to reach Larsen Town. They charged under the banners of Maxwell and Golan, appearing right at the flank and rear of the Dwarf armies.

Caught off guard, the Dwarves were pierced through by the Golan horses and spears, breaking apart like wet wooden planks in the rain.

The Dwarf army, on the brink of victory, was suddenly ambushed. After fighting for an entire day, the seven legions of Dwarves were weary to the bone—in fact, completely exhausted. The Dwarves on the flanks hardly put up a fight and quickly collapsed. Maxwell’s cavalry, like a massive wedge, pierced through the defense of the Dwarves.

The Dwarf legion commanders scrambled, directing their forces to regroup, to slow their advance, and to send Giants to reinforce their weakened positions.

But the entire Dwarf army was teetering on the brink of collapse, as countless Dwarves watched hundreds of Golan banners begin to appear in front of Larsen Town. The Maxwell-Golan army was about to completely encircle them!

The Dwarves had fought bloody battles for several days and had not yet captured Larsen Town. Today, just as they were about to seize the town, merely a step away from victory, they encountered an encircling surprise attack from the enemy, falling into a trap that had been laid out in advance.

Nothing was more despairing than this amidst the proud blare of horns, the sound of the Dwarf army’s horns turned feeble and decadent, some Dwarves abandoning their weapons and armor, beginning to flee in panic in all directions.

These fleeing Dwarves, like living targets, were reaped by the Cavalry like wheat, seven Dwarf legions, over thirty thousand Dwarves completely surrounded.

The Dwarf Legion Commanders knew they could not turn the tide, some abandoned their soldiers to find escape routes, others chose to fight to the last moment, but no matter what they did, the outcome was the same.

The stubborn resistance of Larsen Town’s Garrison and the multiple charges led by Weiset under his command delayed the Dwarves’ offensive, dragging them into a quagmire, and even though it had only been three days, it made an indelible contribution to Golan’s encirclement.

The Cavalry charged back and forth as if into a land with no one to oppose them, while Maxwell’s infantry also arrived at Larsen Town, starting a melee with the Dwarves. With their retreat cut off, the front-line Dwarf army fell into catastrophic disarray and collapse.

Under the torrential rain, countless Dwarves began to retreat. They were already exhausted, how could they withstand the assault of Maxwell’s Golan army?

Their resistance all but shattered upon contact, beginning to collapse on a massive scale, the Dwarf Legion Commanders struggling to issue one order after another, deploying the Giant Army to cover the rear in hope of preserving their fighting force, but they were encircled and intercepted by the Cavalry units. The Dwarf’s seven legions began to be broken one by one by the Golan army, and the horns of victory sounded by the Golanese.

This was the most significant victory since Kaelonde’s invasion of Golan.

Maxwell’s strategy, the heavy rain in Larsen Town, the prolonged fierce battles, the stubborn resistance of the Golanese, and other factors fused into this proud battle outcome, causing the collapse of all seven Dwarf legions, and after the post-battle tally, it was found that out of over thirty thousand Dwarves, nearly half had been killed or wounded, eight thousand captured, with only less than six thousand Dwarf soldiers escaping the chaos of the battlefield.

The casualties of Larsen Town’s Garrison were also severe, over a thousand Cavalry virtually annihilated, with only barely a hundred or two lucky enough to survive, and the original ten thousand strong Golan Garrison deployed here could now barely fill a legion of three thousand.

The list of the deceased was roughly organized, and delivered to Maxwell by Baron Ambrose, who saw the first name on the list clearly, his facial expression frozen, he fell silent.

After a long time, Maxwell wiped the corner of his eyes, which had become sour. He said nothing, silently turning away, and the people only saw that the old general’s hands were trembling incessantly.

After achieving a great victory, Maxwell’s Golan army only conducted a brief cleanup, and after a short rest, left in the dim light of the early morning towards the fort at Horsehead, launching a surprise attack on the Dwarf legion besieging Horsehead that had yet to hear of the defeat at the front.

The outcome of this attack came swiftly, with Maxwell leading the Golan army, appearing on the battlefield all of a sudden from behind, surrounding the Dwarf legion. And because of the numerical advantage, the Dwarves besieging Horsehead fell into an even worse rout, and Maxwell secured an even greater victory.

Henceforth, all of the main battle legions involved suffered heavy losses, with nearly thirty thousand casualties or captured, which for the Dwarves, would be an unprecedented massive blow. Their total force invading Golan was no more than eighty thousand, and now only the reserve legions remained. Such a heavy defeat would crush the Dwarves’ offensive spirit. Now, it was time for the Golanese to counterattack.

And the morale of the Golanese soared, sweeping away the gloom of before. They raised their swords, vowing to reclaim every inch of their land. In later generations, these two days of great victory would be called "Maxwell’s Miracle".