Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 93 Annihilation
Kubasi's face turned red instantly upon hearing Ampar's words; it was indeed those nobles who were behind it.

Due to the sudden and intense emotional fluctuation, his already severely injured lungs began to cough violently. It took him a while to calm down, and he stared at Ampar, who was sitting on horseback, with his bloodshot eyes.

"Why? Why should Brother Yelvin die with such an injustice on his shoulders?"

Looking at the hysterical Kubasi, the illegitimate son of the Abe family seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, throwing his head back and bursting into wild laughter.

"A deal, do you understand what a deal is? And now I'm willing to make a deal with you, the choice is still in your hands."

Looking at Kubasi, who was staring at him with hatred, Ampar, sitting on horseback, felt a surge of rage deep inside at the feeling of being able to manipulate other people's fates. He shook the reins, and the horse obediently took a few steps forward, looking down at the defeated Kubasi.

"Judging from your appearance, you must know something. Maybe that idiot Oliver left something for you to get your hands on. Hand it over, and I can make you a promise. As long as you hand it over, I can let your men go."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the soldiers standing behind Ampar immediately parted to make way for him.

"I'm a man of my word. Although you have to die, your men can live, as long as you hand over the goods. How about that? Isn't it a very worthwhile deal?"

Kubasi looked at the cunning look in Ampar's eyes and spat out a mouthful of saliva with a disdainful expression.

"How dare someone like you say you have integrity?"
"You're full of scheming and plotting; you probably worship Vicna, that liar."

Ampar seemed completely unconcerned about Kubasi's statement and continued speaking to himself:

"Commander Kubasa, don't be so impulsive. Impulsiveness will only make you lose too many opportunities."

I can understand if you don't want to live, but you should think about your men. They've followed you for so long, and now they're going to die with the reputation of a rebel.

I can assure you, swearing in the name of the Abe family, that if you hand over the goods, I will spare your men. My report will state that they have been completely wiped out, and they will be able to continue living as undercover agents.

Kubasi swallowed hard as he listened to Ampar's words. The slight pain as the saliva slid down his esophagus made Kubasi frown. He turned to look at the soldiers standing beside him.

Those familiar faces, those familiar names, and so many figures I couldn't see brought tears to my eyes. I looked up at the blue sky above.

'Great Heronis, your devout followers ask you, is this the end I deserve?'

But clearly, in the narrow expanse of sky above Falling Moon Canyon, Hyronis did not respond to Kubasi's call, and Kubasi, following the code of chivalry, lowered his head in despair.

“Ampar, stop with those seductive words. My brothers, my comrades, when I decided to return to Windhelm to rescue Brother Yelvin, they were prepared to live and die with me. This is something a schemer like you will never understand.”

Come on, my brothers and I will not yield to you. Death is my glory!!!

With a roar from Kubasi, the aura of courage rapidly spread, and the inspired soldiers roared back in unison:

"Death is my glory!!!!"

Seeing that Kubasi, who had been on the verge of wavering, had become resolute again, Ampar shook his head regretfully, pulled on the reins, and returned to the group. He then said to Vestakia, who was waiting nearby:
"These damned bastards, their minds are full of damn chivalry. I was hoping to take them down easily, but it seems there's no chance now. Let's make our move and leave no one alive."

Hearing Ampar's flippant remarks about the way of chivalry, Vistakia raised an eyebrow, a hint of dissatisfaction rising in his heart. However, being completely controlled by the Ampar family, Vistakia could only suppress his dissatisfaction.

"Yes, my lord."

At this time, the remaining resistance fighters were also prepared. Although their numbers were limited, they still tried to set up a three-layer defensive formation.

"Brothers, it is my honor to lead you. Now! Let us bravely face death, for Valhalla calls us once more."

Swish~swish~swish~
As Vistakya swung his knight's sword, the Sixth Heavy Armored Warriors drew their crossbows from their backs and unleashed three volleys at the Free Resistance soldiers who had raised their shields.

However, the equally well-trained Freedom Resistance soldiers displayed excellent tactical skills when faced with the arrow attack. Their shields blocked the vast majority of the arrows, and only a very few were hit by arrows that flew in through the gaps between the shields.

"Assault cavalry, prepare!"

As Vestakia swung his knight's sword again, the 8th Cavalry Regiment, wielding lances, charged towards Kubasi and his men. Lacking long weapons, the Free Rebels, facing the overwhelming cavalry charge, could only raise their shields to withstand the onslaught. But this time, the shield-bearers couldn't hold on any longer. The relentless lance attacks caused their arms to tremble uncontrollably, and they finally lost their balance, collapsing to the ground. Instantly, the entire defensive formation crumbled like toppled dominoes, completely losing its defensive function under the relentless lance assault.

When facing death, a person is in only two states: one is trembling, waiting for death to come, and then dying without resistance, ending their weak and powerless life.

Another type is like a firework that flies out of a cannon barrel, choosing to end its life in the most dazzling way when it reaches its highest point.

At this moment, the remaining soldiers of the Freedom Resistance Army, led by Kubasi, chose to die like fireworks, the most heroic way to die.

Finding no way to defend against the cavalry's lance charge, the remaining shield warriors stopped raising their shields for defense. Instead, the moment the cavalry charged, they threw their heavy half-shields at the cavalrymen, leaping up and dragging the charging cavalrymen off their horses in a desperate act.

The three people lying on the canyon floor—or rather, two—were not paying attention to the fierce battle from the beginning. Haven and Lori grimaced as they watched the carnage below. The outermost shield warriors sacrificed themselves to drag most of the cavalry off their horses, turning the battle into a bloody and brutal melee.

"Mr. Will, aren't they all soldiers of the Empire? Why are they doing this?"

Looking at the two groups of people below, Haven didn't know how to answer the question.

"I don't know, there could be many reasons. They're rebels, and rebels are meant to be wiped out."

After saying this, Haven felt a tightness in his chest. The soldiers fighting bloodily below reminded him of the military camps he had frequented since childhood, where soldiers were fearless in the face of death and would not retreat even a step in the face of death.

I always thought that only the North, or rather, only the White Lions, had such resilient soldiers. I never expected to witness such a suffocating and meaningless battle in this canyon that stretches for tens of kilometers. They didn't die fighting against external enemies, but at the hands of people living in the same country.

"But, but... Mr. Will, those people weren't that bad. They're called rebels, but they didn't harm any civilians in Helgen."

Haven didn't know how to respond to Lori's words.

Below, the battle had reached a fever pitch. The Free Rebels and the remaining knights of the Sixth Heavy Armored Warriors and the Eighth Knights, who were besieging them, were locked in a fierce melee. Although the number of the besieging Free Rebels far exceeded that of Kubasi's Free Rebels, the situation appeared to be a draw.

As Ampar, who was lagging behind, watched the situation unfold, his face gradually darkening. He hadn't expected the fleeing soldiers to be so formidable. Although the enemy had been reduced from over three hundred to two hundred, his side had suffered over four hundred casualties. This three-to-one ratio of casualties made Ampar's face twitch uncontrollably.

If this group were eliminated at this rate, I would have to pay the price of losing most of my army corps. Such casualties would be unbearable for someone like me who is only an illegitimate child.

After all, it took the family a lot of effort to successfully win over these two teams. If they were to suffer too much damage this time, it would inevitably affect the progress of the family's subsequent plans.

Thinking of this, Ampar called out to Vistakya, who was standing in front overseeing the battle.

Upon hearing the sound, Vistakya immediately turned his horse around and returned.

"Lord Ampar! What are your orders?"

"How did it turn out like this? They were already defeated by that guy Casilla, and the remaining hundreds of them are all injured."

Hearing Ampar's words, Vistakia couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous. What kind of troops did Lord Casilla command? They were all at least low-ranking knights, construct knights dressed in full magical armor. His own heavy knights could not compare.

Furthermore, before their rebellion, the Kubasid Free Resistance Army consisted of free rangers, whose overall strength was around low-ranking warriors. They couldn't defeat the construct knights, nor could they defeat their own ordinary garrison troops. In fact, they were crippled by Casilla's construct knights before the war even began. Otherwise, with the support of Kubasid's high-ranking Courage Knights, it wouldn't have been impossible for them to be defeated and turn the tide.

However, Vestakia could only think these things to himself. If he were to tell this vengeful bastard the truth, the scheming fellow would surely think he had been slighted. So, he adjusted his demeanor and said with even greater respect:
"Lord Ampar, these rebel subordinates think that taking them down is no problem, but these guys all know that they are going to die anyway, even if they surrender, they will still die, so they are holding a grudge. You see, their current fighting style is completely disregarding life and death. When faced with an attack, they don't even dodge. They are completely trading their lives for each other."

Therefore, my subordinates suggested that we slow down our offensive. Since they can't escape anyway, we can choose to wear them down; this would result in far fewer casualties for us.

Listening to Vestakia's explanation, Ampar looked at the battlefield again. Although he still had some doubts about whether the cavalry commander had not given his all, he ultimately chose to believe him.

"Commander Vestakia, you are right. It is no wonder that Duke Abe values ​​you so much. Let's do as you say."

As he spoke, he patted Vestakia on the shoulder a few times in a friendly manner to show his trust in her.

Vestakia forced a smile of delight at Ampar, suppressing his inner contempt.

(End of this chapter)