Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 343: End of battle

Chapter 343: End of battle

The rebels who had moments ago been drunk on the thrill of pursuit were now the ones in full retreat. Their cohesion had disintegrated under the relentless onslaught of the Herculean cavalry and the advancing infantry. Panic spread like wildfire, and cries of fear replaced the victorious shouts that had once filled the air.

Some rebels tried to flee back toward the hill, but their path was cut off by the Herculean cavalry, who carved through their disorganized ranks with ruthless precision. A knight, his armor splattered with blood, drove his lance through the chest of a fleeing rebel, lifting him from the ground momentarily before the lance broke from impact. Another cavalryman swung his sword in a wide arc, decapitating a rebel whose last scream was drowned in the rush of hooves and steel.

Others attempted to surrender, dropping their weapons and raising their hands. Their pleas, however, were met with cold indifference. A Herculean soldier advanced on a kneeling rebel, raising his axe high before bringing it down with a sickening crunch. "No mercy for bandits!" the soldier spat, stepping over the lifeless body to engage another foe.

Amidst the chaos, some rebels tried to band together and make a stand. A small group formed a desperate circle, wielding spears and shields, but they were quickly overwhelmed. The Herculean infantry, emboldened by their renewed momentum, pressed in from all sides, hacking and stabbing until the rebels' meager defense collapsed entirely.

Farther down the slope, the second wave of Herculean soldiers that had been in full retreat began to rally. Seeing the prince himself riding among them, his voice booming commands and his presence a steadying force, they turned to face the battlefield once more.