Age of Heroes

Arial in the lead and hence, he was the target of the attack. Everyone knows that if anyone could hit and kill the enemy commander the army would be held back.

After all everyone knows it is the Vermont young lord that control this battle.

Consequently, if he falls, then it would be easier.

Then why did he not just stay behind? First, because he was confident. And second, there is a reason why his soldiers love him and would follow him to the jaws of death itself.

It is because he fought alongside them and was the bravest among them all.

Who could defeat an army with his high of a morale?

Arial was not afraid of them and he knows the battlefield and it is easier for him to control the flow of the battle if he is in it.

As Arial rides through the battlefield, one soldiers throws a javelin toward him. Arial smirk as he moves his head as the javelins whistle pass him.

Then an arrow came and Arial waved his word as the arrow was slice in the middle. Everyone seeing this could not believe their eyes.

Throw anything at the Vermont young lord and yet he could divert, evade or break the attack by himself

He moves freely in the battlefield like he was there for some touring as his pierce the body of his enemies with his unrelenting fierceness.

While this was happening, Alderam was on the other side of the battle being surrounded by Arial infantries

It should have been an easy win but it proved to be more harden then they thought

Lord Alderam is guarded with his own elite infantry's unit and he too upon himself to attacked Arial troops

Like Arial he was raging in the battlefield with his giant hammer, smashing the troops heads. The battle keeps going as the morning now slowly about to enter the afternoon

The deep roar of the siege weapons and the sharp sound of the archers sending arrows to the enemy, the clouded sun fell on the whole engagement.

Arial even as he is killing people, stomping them beneath the hooves of his horse knows that no one will ever forget today

No one will ever forget this battle and what it meant. That is what he knows and believes. In his horseback, Arial still look energetic.,

Around him there is an empty area of living people. Beneath the foot of his horse is a mashed meat which resembles human face but was too mashed to know it original appearance.

Around him, blood fills the green grass and corpses with mutilated body sprawled around him. He looks at the distance on the other side of the battlefield and he smiles.

He is steadily closing in on Alderam, moving forward at all points.

Alderam forces trues to mount an attack but the discipline of Arial troops won out, their morale high, believing in his words that they will prevail.

Some of noble lords were mortally wounded and retreat from battle. some of them received injuries from missed arrows, others from some lucky slash by the enemy forces.

The continuous arrows that rained upon the enemy help Arial forces to gain a foothold in the battle and the fighting in the battlefield had turned irregular and miscellaneous.

It was chaos.

Each of Alderam Knights had a hard time to reorganize. They had to worry about their own defenses first before the could aid the others.

Arial look at all of this, his eyes surveying, his personal cavalry guard surrounded him their spears pointed outwards as he surveys the battlefield.

Arial then smiles after he finish looking.

They are thoroughly beaten; they just didn't know it yet' He thought to himself.

Arial nodded and the encirclement by his guard open up. He then saw Kyle coming to him

Kyle smiles at him.

Arial only ask

'You're coming with me?'

Kyle nodded

'Couldn't let you have all the fun, right?'

Arial laughed and he nodded in agreement. Kyle follow him as Arial then rushes back into battle on the back of his horse.

His cavalry unit follows him as the went wild on the battlefield.

The battle went on as people keep dying and the stench of blood is now a familiar smell to anyone inside the battle.

The smell of piss, feces and blood all intermixed together. Death rules in this land. It is finally afternoon as the Shield forces are steadily beaten back at all points.

As Arial and his cavalry keep slaughtering the soldier, they suddenly hear a cheer from their left side.

'What happened?' Arial asked Kyle. Kyle is no drenched in the blood of his enemies as he too looks at the source of the sound.

A person rides to Arial and then whispers to him.

This is a messenger rider

Since the area around Arial is slowly being cleared out, the noble lords have managed to send one person to send a message to their commander.

The messenger then whispers the news to Arial and Arial nodded.

'Lord Paris' he muttered.

Arial smiles. This is one of his plan. Finally, it has been implemented. Arial planned an ambush.

Now it is clear that the ambush tactics must have work.

They must have never thought that he would prepared an ambush in advance which is why the area there was so easily taken.

Now the right flank will be turned to disorganized rabble. Arial and his cavalry rides on and then as they ride deeper Arial smiles as he saw someone not too far away from him fighting a few of his knights.

In front of him is Count Revan. Arial entrance was noticed by the Count and the moment he saw Arial, he gulped.

Arial smiles and shakes his sword as the blood on his sword was flung away, clean and clear.

'We met again Lord Revan.' He said as he smirks

The count saw Arial and his face paled, white as though the blood drained from his face. He immediately kicks his horse as his horse pass through his soldiers and he was going away.

Arial frowned. He sheathed his sword and then he takes an arrow and bow from the right side of his saddle.

Calmly he targets the Count head, his eyes are trained at the Count.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never strayed away from my target. Smiling, he

With one breath he releases the arrow as the arrow fly through the battlefield with strength, passing through numerous people

Then a scream sounded out as the arrow struck violently at the lord skull and in an instant he died, blood pouring out of the hole in his head.

With Count Revan death, the chain of command turned to Lord Edward of Salsbur and waving his sword, he pressed forward with his foot soldiers.

They try to close their ranks on Arial forces.

'As if we let them!' Arial thought

Then with a glint of madness in his eyes, Arial ordered

'Forward. Drive all of them back to the South!'

He looked behind him and he smirks. He looked at the preparation they discussed before the battle.

Arial have been waiting for it for a long time.

And it finally arrived. Heavy siege weapons, which takes hours to come, finally arrived.

All prepare to action. On the battlefield, the shield forces have now been pushed so hard.

Their castle walls are crumbling while their army is bombarded with large stones, crushing their bones and eroding their morale.

A desperate and final struggle will begin soon.

'VOLLEYS' Arial yelled.

And the archers responded to the order

The twangs of the arrows released from their bows, in continuous volley, the wild scream, the tumult, the weird shriek, all bespoke of the bloody conflict.

The battlefield has become awfully contracted, the arrows, so many that one might say, that it clouded the sun.

Shield forces fell like logs.

Their troops formation is shattered while the arrows pierced their body, their eyes, their hearts and every part of the body imaginable.

A murderous rain of death was poured unto them from arrows to javelins to axes and flying knife.

This scene of death which had no parallel ever in the battle that has ever been fought in this Kingdom will surely not be forgotten

Field of blood and weeping sounds can be heard. A festival of blood, an unrestrained carnival of gore.

And the evening came, while Alderam retreated to his castles and Arial and his forces returned back to their pitching camp,

It was quickly constructed by Arial private army.

It is a rectangle about seven-hundred-meter-long of raised land, clear of tree and with running water nearby.

Arial returned to his tent, marked with his banner and saw

the headquarters is also marked with his family banners and they planned the camp using this as the center.

There are the two main streets

The Lords Trails and The Headquarters Trail running through the middle of the camp which is 60 feet wide, lesser ones 50 feet wide.

With these streets defined, the lines of the ditch and rampart would be established by spears stuck into the earth at intervals.

Only Arial private army knows how to do this.

While the lord's armies just watched in amazement of his troops discipline and methodical planning.

Arial is on the wooden tub cleaning himself after today battle.

Hmm' he sighed. He thought today, he would end the battle. Who would have thought that Alderam forces would persevere?

He then thought about other things

He believes that one day when he got hold of all the military power of this kingdom; he need to reinforce the armies with new training and methodical planning and discipline.

A Kingdom of force and law. Only in that way the kingdom would remain strong and could fight back the Invasion of the Dark Lands.

And his duchy needs to grow and it will grow with its military prowess and ruthless aggressiveness.

To combat the invasion, Arial need to create such duchy, such Kingdom that will not be defeated, unconquerable.

Arial decided that after this war ends his army will be trained to be adaptable, superbly disciplined and incredibly tough which will make this Kingdom a new power in the Continent to be reckoned with.

Soon the darkness of night came and the rain descended in torrents.

It seems they have to fight tomorrow.

Another battle will be fought tomorrow and probably a lot more would die tomorrow. Arial went out of the bath and went to his tent

Every few hours, the messenger would come to his tent to report to him about the enemy movements.

Graves were dig around by the Shield forces, some scout report. Arial do not intend to attack gravedigger so his forces let them alone, yet they also supervise them.

When the rain slightly abated, his soldiers begin reinforcing the camp.

Every one of his personal soldiers carried two to three palisades stakes about seven feet long with sharpened points.

After they had dug a trench normally about 3 feet deep and 5 feet wide they planted the stakes in the low rampart formed by the excavated area, intertwining them so any intruders could not easily remove them.

Just inside, lay a wide space at least 100 ft. wide always left empty, to enable the troops to deploy within the camp and to bar enemy missiles reaching the tents.

This was built earlier last week.

All camps were laid out in exactly the same pattern whenever they were.

The troops camped on either sides of the Lord Trails, the cavalry facing the Lord Trails the other auxiliaries and other nobles lord troops are being put in the baggage train and cooking tent beyond the Headquarters trail.

Only the four entrances were more heavily fortified.

Soon darkness fell over them again, as the rains once again descended in torrents and all through the night the dismal rained uneasily.

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