The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 66

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟔: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧!

What I orchestrated wasn’t particularly a unique strategy.

It’s called an oblique order, conducted by heavily armored infantry.

Basically, by arranging our lines diagonally, we aim to strike the enemy’s flank. However, if we deployed this way from the start, even the Royal Army would notice our intent.

So, after engaging the enemy, we feign being overpowered. Demon general Grant’s forces fall back while General Kytes’ forces move forward.

It naturally transitions into an oblique formation.

Why should the Masrur army retreat, you ask? Because it’s easier for the Royal Army officers to accept.

After all, they’re just reinforcements, so they wouldn’t have high morale. They wouldn’t be eager to risk their lives in battle.

To make them believe this even more, I’ve instructed both the Gaillia and Masrur armies to hurl insults at each other.

By doing this, we’ve successfully drawn the Royal Army’s vanguard into our oblique formation.

From here on, there’s no need for my commands.

Both General Kytes and the Demon General Grant are veterans and formidable warriors.

They understand perfectly what to do when the Royal Army’s vanguard collapses and how to best react when their left and right wings move to fill the gap.

Ultimately, battles hinge on how well you can strike at the enemy’s weak points and how you can establish numerical superiority.

Ah, of course, exceptions would be things like magic that can incinerate thousands of enemies in an instant, or unimaginably powerful new weapons.

If you base your tactics on such things, there’s no need for strategists or staff officers.

This time, against the Royal Army’s 10,000 strong vanguard, General Kytes’ 10,000 troops exploited a weakness with a flanking attack.

Demon General Grant’s 10,000 troops established numerical superiority against a hastily formed 5,000-strong vanguard, composed of reserves from both wings.

Then, against the remaining 5,000 of the Royal Army’s main force, General Kytes fulfilled both conditions of flank attack plus numerical superiority.

This is indeed a winning formula.

“But, they’re hanging on. The Royal Army.”

“They have no other option.”

Salieri is the one who responds to my muttered comments.

His silvery hair is swept by the wild winds of the battlefield.

The Royal Army doesn’t retreat.

Despite being broken up and defeated in detail, they still maintain unified command.

“A classic case of a capable but foolish commander, huh?”

“Maybe they have a secret plan for a dramatic comeback.”

Salieri grins, probably knowing full well that there’s no such thing.

An army is only as powerful as its command structure, numbers, and formation.

Right now, they only have one of these.

If there’s a secret plan to turn the tables from here, I’d like to know it.

“They should just run. . . “

“You’re too kind, Nelnel.”

If things continue as they are, the Gaillia-Masrur coalition will win. That’s almost certain.

But in the meantime, both sides will suffer considerable losses.

Those who die at this point are just wasted lives.

Deaths that contribute nothing to the battle, either in attack or defense.

That’s ridiculous, to say the least.

These are lives that don’t need to be lost.

“Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing much.”

Something about Salieri’s smug face irritates me.

I want to pinch her cheeks and pull them hard.

And then, at that moment.

“Message! A message!”

Yelling, a messenger from General Kytes ran into our camp.

“Orders from General Kytes! He commands us to bring back the enemy commander’s head on the tip of the holy sword, Oracion!”

“Understood. Please convey that he can look forward to the good news.”

“Yes! Wishing you good luck in battle!”

The messenger bows and departs.

Crushing their leader would throw the Royal Army into disarray, General Kytes seems to have read the situation.

“Salieri. Reorganize the Lionel Squad into a spindle formation.”

“Got it.”

“Meg, inform all units to charge.”

“Roger that.”

Quickly, the two of them depart.

I am simply the Captain of the thousand men in the Lionel Squad, not holding command over the five thousand reserve troops.

Hence, I need to communicate with the other Captains or they may think I am acting independently.

Perhaps General Kytes has also given instructions to other units, but I have no way of knowing.

Once we completed reorganizing into the spindle formation, a formation known for its breakthrough power, we began to march down the hill.

Looking around, it seems other squads are also making their move.

That makes sense.

A person like General Kytes would never be foolish enough to send troops in gradually.

Of course, he would order a simultaneous charge.

“Come on, everyone! It’s a race from here! Don’t fall behind the other units!”

I spur on my comrades.

But to be honest, there’s no need to earn much glory here.

I’ve already built up credit in the preliminary battles, standing out too much now might just incite jealousy.

“It’s too late for that. Mama Nel is already famous as a ‘Harem Mom’ in some parts.”

Running alongside me, Meisha chuckles with a ‘hehehe’.

But wait a minute.

What’s with this mysterious title?

What kind of creature does that refer to?

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