Total Defeat

Upon seeing such a huge war beast, Damian suddenly remembered that this seemed to be a slightly magical world. Apart from the green skins, there were various other races present.

Damian's army still had strong fighting spirit at noon, but upon seeing the appearance of the giant wild boar, their morale noticeably dropped. Many farmers who had never traveled far were even scared to the point of wetting themselves on the spot.

"Quick, aim our trebuchet at that boar!" Even Damian himself was a bit flustered at this moment.

The trebuchet launched two rounds, but aside from killing a few small dwarfs, it had little effect. Instead, the halflings sought revenge for their comrades' deaths and hastened to drive away the boar.

At this moment, the flashing knight Joan mounted her horse and gritted her teeth, saying, "Give me the peasant archer cavalry, I'll take them to harass the boar and try to lure it into the woods as much as possible. A boar that's lost its way is easy to get out of control."

It was a good plan, but how could Damian allow Joan to risk her life?

"Stop! Just a wild boar, it's just a bit bigger, looks a bit fiercer, I refuse to believe there's no way to kill it."

Damian observed the battlefield situation while considering his approach.

When the boar king entered the battlefield, the forest hunters with the longest range attacked it. But its thick skin was not afraid of arrow attacks at all.

Of course, the animal's instinct made the boar start to become irritable, especially after its vulnerable areas like the eyes and mouth were attacked, its temper became uncontrollable.

"Hahaha, see that? How can mere peasants command an army well? They have no knowledge at all, seeing the boar king and panicking." Schmalen, who didn't notice the change in the boar, continued to laugh to himself.

Damian's army barely managed to hold their ground, but each time the boar king approached, it caused fluctuations in Damian's soldiers' hearts, allowing Schmalen's army to aggressively attack and inflict considerable casualties on Damian's forces.

The halflings seemed accustomed to this routine, driving the boar king around the battlefield, intimidating Damian's army, and also preventing the boar king from joining the battle, thereby minimizing the possibility of the boar king getting injured.

"We can't go on like this!" suggested Amelia, the widow. "Organize the spearman corps, charge with over a hundred people, with so many spears, I refuse to believe we can't kill the big boar." Spears were the most commonly used weapon when medieval nobles hunted boars.

Damian still shook his head. "Think about it, our most important backbone line charging out like this, isn't that just sending them to their deaths? Without long-range cover, these farmers can't hold on for long."

Thus, the situation on the battlefield became tense, with both sides constantly consuming energy.

When Schmalen's army attacked weakly in a certain area, they would send the boar king forward to intimidate, causing Damian's soldiers to waver, and then they would increase the intensity of their attack. Meanwhile, Damian's army countered with trebuchets and archers.

The two sides fought fiercely all day, leaving nearly two hundred bodies on the ground, making the losses extremely heavy. Some knightly families even ended on the battlefield.

In terms of brutality, this was undoubtedly one of the most cruel battles in the Duchy of Lorraine in recent years.

In the evening, Damian, chewing on grass roots, chose a mealtime to visit the tents of various camps. "You've worked hard today," Damian said solemnly, stuffing a silver coin onto empty beds.

Damian even brought rural wizards to treat the wounds of the militia. Although the surrounding farmers didn't know how to express it, they had never seen such a generous and caring commander. The morale lost during the day was thus restored to some extent.

Just as Damian was soothing morale, he suddenly noticed that the witch doctors were hiding a small jar when treating the militia. Damian asked them to take it down, but they were reluctant and hesitant. Only when the guards came over and snatched it away did Damian found that it contained precious honey.

In an instant, Damian suddenly remembered something.

"Go find honey, or pine branches, boil them into a soup, the stronger the flavor, the better," Damian immediately exclaimed with excitement.

After dinner, Damian deliberately gathered everyone together.

"I've found a great way to exterminate the boar king. Tomorrow will be the day of Schmalen's defeat!" Damian openly declared his intentions, boosting the morale of the entire army once again.

"Tomorrow, we'll adjust our formation. Baron Kenan need to lead his men to retreat to the edge of the forest on the left wing and set up camp. The enemy will surely think we're disjointed and will immediately send the boar king to attack, trying to divide us and destroy Baron Kenan's troops. At that time, we'll spread the scent of honey and pine branches to lure the boar king into the forest. Finally, we'll send out the forest axemen to rush forward and cut off the boar king's legs!" Damian clenched his fist.

But Baron Kenan seemed deeply concerned.

Damian quickly grabbed the old knight's hand, "I'm entrusting the armor-piercing longbowmen, forest hunters, and forest axemen to you!"

These were Damian's most elite troops. Willing to put out so many chips proved Damian was really going all out.

Looking at Damian's sincere expression, Baron Kenan couldn't help but be a little stunned. After pondering for a long time, he finally spoke:

"I understand... anyway, I'm already old, there's no need to care too much about the time to go to heaven."

He clasped Damian's hand back, "I hope your plan works, Commander."

...

The next morning.

Schmalen woke up feeling refreshed, only to find that Damian's army had serious disarray. Baron Kenan had unexpectedly retreated into the jungle. It looked like a contradiction with the main force, so retreating alone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Schmalen forced the halflings to drive the boar king to attack this disjointed spot.

In fact, the halflings were not willing because the boar king's greatest deterrent was when it hadn't entered the battlefield yet. But due to the knights' coercion, they had to agree.

The huge boar staggered over as expected.

Damian immediately sent peasant mounted archers along the path to throw honey and pine branches.

The familiar scent immediately lured the boar king, causing it to uncontrollably leave the halflings' driving.

The timid halflings dared not enter the battlefield deeply. So they could only watch helplessly as the huge body of the boar rushed into the green forest.

"It should be fine, right?" the halflings comforted each other like this.

At the edge of the dense forest, while the boar king was still rubbing against the pine trees comfortably, Baron Kenan immediately ordered an attack.

The arrows of the forest hunters pierced the boar's nose, and blood sprayed out immediately. At this moment, the forest axemen swarmed up, wielding their axes towards the boar's four legs.

But the boar's fur was too thick, so it kicked more than twenty axemen before it was eviscerated, its limbs severed. Despite this, the boar still howled incessantly, its cries echoing through the sky.

At this time, the rest of Schmalen's army had already pressed forward on all fronts. Without the support of archers, their attack was fierce, almost making Damian's army unable to resist.

Until the sound of the boar's wailing came, Damian laughed heartily. Before the enemy could react to what had happened to the boar king, he had already seized the opportunity to mobilize the mobile knights and peasant mounted archers to launch an attack.

Hundreds of knights charged down the hill and into the left wing of Schmalen's army, causing the unsuspecting knights to flee in panic!

The huge failure of losing the boar king made Schmalen's soldiers panic-stricken, and many bandits thought there was some terrifying monster hiding in the forest, so they simply abandoned their weapons and fled.

A chain of tragedies caused by morale collapse was unfolding on the battlefield.

Thus, Schmalen's left and right wing armies were defeated, and Damian had plenty of cavalry, so the battle under this small hill ended without suspense.

Schmalen's army was completely defeated!