Fun Territory Defense Chapter 98 Part 2 (Patreon)

Meanwhile, Freightliner looked coldly at Vashize as he led his cavalry into motion, and then looked at the soldiers under his command.

"...Come on, we'll move too. Use your black balls at your own discretion when it's dangerous... let's move out!"

The soldiers shouted excitedly and started to walk away.

Freightliner watches his allies marching in high spirits and sighs softly.

"They're all too excited about their new toys. They're all idiots."

Muttering this in disgust, Freightliner cowered his shoulders and climbed onto the back of his horse.

When Freightliner emerged from Scudetto and looked out onto the battlefield, he saw that the Scuderia army was desperately trying to keep the dragon sitting in the center of the battlefield in check and was unleashing its magic in spades.

"Surely, this would be a great opportunity if it were a battle up to now... but the main camp in the back, which is not moving at all even in this state, is eerie. Both of the enemy's new weapons were targeted and destructive. Maybe it would be better to disperse them."

Muttering in his mouth, Freightliner looks sideways at his officers.

"If we use the black ball, there is no point in a dense formation. We will drive the enemy into a corner by dividing into smaller groups around the ten chiefs. However, don't drive them too hard. The other side should drive them as hard as they can without thinking. If we do so, the enemy will not counterattack us. Let's wait and see at first."

The officers look at each other in disapproval.

"Now is the time to deal a heavy blow to the enemy..."

A middle-aged knight spoke up as if to represent them, and the Freightliner nodded with a wry smile.

"I can understand why you would make that judgment. However, the enemy brought out a new weapon in the last battle. And they have deployed so many four-element magicians, who would have been the cornerstone of their strategy in the past. Considering those two points, I don't think we will end up overwhelming them, do you?"

The middle-aged knight growled with a difficult face at Freightliner, who explained his thoughts simply.

"Hmm...that's true, but I think the situation is different this time. After all, in the face of that dragon, no matter how new the enemy's weapons are..."

"That's wishful thinking. What if the new weapon has no effect on the dragon at all? If I were in your shoes, I would retreat to a place where I could fight on a terrain that would contain the dragons. After all, we know that if we introduce all the sorcerers against the dragons, we will lose the war. After that, it's just a running game with a chase. You wouldn't fight that foolishly, would you?"

"Hmmm...that's certainly a reasonable idea."

The knight was troubled, but after thinking for a few seconds, he quickly came to a conclusion. He turned back around and yelled.

"Freightliner-sama's orders! Divide your squads into smaller groups around the ten chiefs and surround the enemy forces! However, do not rush out too far, but drive them back slowly and carefully!"

"Ha!"

At that instruction, the skilled knights immediately move. Exhaling with relief at the sight of them, Freightliner maneuvered his horse to move away from the battlefield.

"Now it's just time to push and pull. Now let's see what happens..."

Freightliner muttered with his eyes narrowed.

Then, as if on cue, a change occurred on the battlefield.

Jiernetta's army surrounded the Scuderia army as if it were sandwiched between them, and then narrowed it down.

The Scuderia army, being driven back by the dragon, quickly moved away from Scudetto.

Caught in the act, the dragon's head also turns toward Scudetto's opposite side, toward Scuderia's main camp.

The next moment, a violent scream ripped through the battlefield. The source was the dragon.

Blood spurts from both of its eyes, and the dragon, howling from the pain, is followed by more attacks.

The dragon fell on its side and thrashed on the ground, bleeding slightly from its neck, chest, and belly.

A red flame leaks from its mouth. The dragon turns in the direction of Scudetto.

"Get down!"

Someone yelled, and Freightliner quickly dismounted and crouched on the ground.

Immediately after, red flames erupted like magma from the dragon's mouth, blowing away 20% of Scudetto's walls. Freightliner clicked his tongue as he watched the unfortunate soldiers in the straight line burn and die.

"We're losing! I'm running away!"

Easily, Freightliner made his decision and set about restraining the rampaging horses.