Chapter 1386 - 1258: Battle of Mote (Part 1)

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1258: Battle of Mote (Part 1)

On May 2, 1463, Imperial Calendar, rare sunshine appeared after continuous spring rain.

The long clouds are like smoke, sometimes obscuring the sun, sometimes revealing spots of light, making Ayreaf’s iron helmet scorchingly hot.

The accompanying Holy Alliance Corps Commander told Ayreaf that it was because the Saint’s Grandson had arrived, so the sun came out.

But Ayreaf only thought he was talking nonsense, if the Saint’s Grandson was so powerful, why didn’t he make the sun rise at night, then we wouldn’t need to fight the vampires.

He scratched his head, caught a louse, killed it and flicked it away.

"In this blazing sun, will vampires really come out?" Guarding this small mountain pass, Ayreaf showed full impatience.

This isn’t any important location, just a small pass, guarding it seems overly cautious.

Ayreaf had previously applied to go to the front line but was denied.

This must be because the Holy Alliance saw the Falan Army growing stronger, so they deliberately rejected his request, giving him a hard time, making him guard the mountain pass.

He turned to look at the Holy Alliance soldiers still constructing trench works and couldn’t help but ask the Corps Commander, "I say, Brother Lanerus, who did you offend to get sent here?"

As the Corps Commander of the Black Champion Fifth Corps, Lanerus straightened up from the trench, identified the direction, then spoke, "Didn’t offend anyone, we were the most qualified so we came."

"Tsk, naive, aren’t you?" Ayreaf leaned on the rock, pulled out his belt to drive away flies, "Didn’t offend anyone, why aren’t you at the front line to earn some glory?"

"These are orders, our task is to obey orders, besides what if the enemy attacks from here, someone has to guard it."

"Yes, someone has to guard it, why us though?"

"Why can’t it be us?"

"There’s no way vampires would attack here, if they do, I’ll eat a pound of shit, we must have angered someone higher up, got it?"

"Don’t get it, I thought it’s a plan, since it’s a plan it must be executed, if vampires come, we’ll defend, if not, even better."

"You think your thinking is really just your imagination?" Ayreaf was almost amused by Lanerus’s naivety.

For those like them labeled as "side battlefield defenders," it’s because they didn’t gift properly or offended a boss and ended up in trouble.

Lanerus frowned seeing Ayreaf looking unserious, was about to scold him, but was suppressed by the approaching Military Chaplain.

"Mr. Ayreaf, our Holy Alliance has its own national situation, better not to interfere lightly, so as not to harm the friendship between two countries," the Military Chaplain glanced at their side’s position, "Let’s just follow orders individually."

On the surface he smiled, but Ayreaf was filled with resentment inside.

After several defeats of Falan and several victories of the Holy Alliance, it’s like placing the face of Falan military officers on the ground and trampling on it.

Not just trampling, but grinding back and forth.

Now even the Falan themselves were scolding the military for incompetence, demanding outsourcing national defense, since Falan’s massive industry was outsourced to the Holy Alliance.

Outsourcing national defense is no big deal.

As for the Holy Alliance soldiers, they won’t verbally express it for fear of affecting friendship, but privately they didn’t spare Falan when joking.

Jokes like "Falan Sacred Sword is a baguette," "Falan Cannon fires baguettes," "Surrendering is the standard military salute of Falan" are widely circulated.

The notice about banning Falan jokes mentioned in the pre-battle meeting by Bernardo, soldiers treated it as wind in their ears.

Ayreaf initially approached the Holy Alliance with a friendly attitude, but what he saw and heard was like this, making him both defiant and helpless.

Why can’t Falan just win a battle?

He knows the Holy Alliance soldiers look down on Falan soldiers, but he looks down on Holy Alliance soldiers too!

What are they so smug about? Just a bunch of outsiders.

He saw the Holy Alliance army too, aren’t they just a nose, a mouth, two eyes and two legs?

What’s different from Falan?

He turned his head, just about to tell his brothers to rest, only to see they were already lying in droves on the position with initiative.

Looking again at the elusive smile of the Holy Alliance Military Chaplain, Ayreaf’s old face was a bit embarrassed.

With a dark face, he jumped off the rock, swung his belt, causing chaos, chasing and calling the soldiers up to construct works before stopping.

Lost interest in chatting, Ayreaf borrowed the telescope from Lanerus’s hand, then followed the path upward, reaching a towering rock.

Putting the telescope to his eyes, he began observing the front battlefield.

Morot Mountain is the location of the current battle between the two sides, a rare region of varied terrain near Duffy City.

Though for the Thousand River Valley People, this kind of terrain variation is just a hill, but for someone like Ayreaf, who has lived in the plains for years, it’s quite a hill.

Below the hill, the first sight was clouds of red smoke released by vampires to block sunlight.

Normally sunlight exposure is okay, but wounds exposed to sunlight after being hit with Holy Oil is worse than salting a sore.

Rows of thick red lines and thick black lines faced each other, sometimes in column, sometimes transforming into row.

After many years of warfare, the Imperial Guard and Black Champion Army finally met a military that could match their tactical shift pace.

Between shrubs, woods and wheat fields, soldiers from both sides fired at each other continuously, dust kicked up by stray bullets scattered all over the battlefield.

Lead bullets pierced through the smoke, leaving holes mid-air.

On those hills, rumbling sounds came, whether clock cannon or desecrator cannon kept firing continuously.

Further away, around rivers and villages, Royal Court Army and Holy Alliance Army were battling all over.

Thirty thousand Holy Alliance faced thirty thousand Royal Palace Guards and clan troops, both sides formed arrays spreading across the battlefield.

From the current situation, Ayreaf had to admit the Holy Alliance had a slight advantage.

No matter how much he disliked it, he had to admit, the Holy Alliance’s operational efficiency and decision-making speed were a bit faster than Falan’s.

Though initially it took time to adapt, noting every move.

But once adapted, not only was logistics and material transport much clearer, there was much less pulling and tugging among the corps.

In the end, whether in marching speed or efficiency, it was not just a little faster than before.

Just like this Morot Mountain.

Since Morot Mountain is the highest hill region nearby and chosen by the Royal Court, it should have full advantage.

But unfortunately, Horn the Pope equipped the hunters early with foldable bicycles, greatly expanding their reconnaissance range.

As a result, successfully detecting Royal Palace Guards’ movement, suspected by Horn and strategists that the Royal Court planned to fight near Morot Mountain.

When Royal Palace Guards finally dispatched troops, His Holiness the Pope decisively sent the Holy Grail Cavalry to seize Morot Mountain high ground.

Holy Grail Cavalry lived up to expectations, not only arriving ahead of time at the target battlefield but also repelling three waves of enemy attacks, holding until main forces arrived.

His Majesty Saint Sun played deceit, despite arriving, he didn’t invest all forces at once.

Instead, as Royal Court reinforced, he reinforced too, just maintaining a situation where it seemed rescue was possible.

Eventually forcibly dragging the entire Royal Palace Guard into Morot Mountain, drawing most surrounding Royal Court troops into the fray.

At this point, even if Konyaz wanted to alter plans and choose another battlefield, it wouldn’t be possible.

That’s precisely what Horn desired, he wanted a direct battle victory over the Royal Court on their chosen battlefield.

Unfortunately, this frontal battlefield was destined to have nothing to do with him.

Utterly depressed, Ayreaf set down the telescope and leaped off the rock, then suddenly turned back again, leaping back to the rock top, startling the accompanying adjutant.

"Corps Commander Ayreaf, what’s the matter?"

Ayreaf didn’t answer him, his head slowly shifted with the telescope, then he leaped off the rock again, "Quickly return, trench lines, vampires really did flank us!"