The cavalry led by Joan of Arc continuously used their mobility to delay the advance of Inglish's troops. Clearly, her plan was very successful. To prevent her from constantly eroding his forces, Inglish's elite Barbarians had to advance cautiously. Not only were they blocked by the flow of their own people in front, but they also had knights striking and retreating around them... It was truly like hell.
Inglish saw through Joan of Arc's intentions. He roared, "Don't mind the knights! Don't mind the knights! Charge towards the ships! Don't mind formations, don't mind defense, just charge!" His decision was undeniably decisive; he immediately gave up resisting and began to sprint wildly.
But Joan of Arc's lips curled into a cold smile. "Now!"
Joan of Arc raised her banner and waved it forward, like a signal. The knights, who had been circling, suddenly began to gather.
The moment the Barbarians started moving, they charged.
Like a sharp razor, the knights cut through the Barbarians, whose lines had been stretched thin.
At this point, a difficult choice lay before Inglish: should he go back to encircle these knights and consolidate his greatest strength, or should he cut his losses and charge directly onto the ships?
Inglish was indeed a formidable figure. In just a few breaths, he had already made his decision: "Don't mind them! Don't mind them! Charge onto the ships!"
At this moment, human selfishness had already erupted. Who would still care about their former comrades?!
As if chased by a swarm of wasps, they frantically rushed towards the ships.
At this point, no one could stop them. They were three hundred meters from the ships, but the knights led by Joan of Arc not only had to annihilate the more than eight hundred elite men left by Inglish but were also surrounded by tens of thousands of Barbarians from all directions, as if trapped in a cage. Joan of Arc immediately ordered no pursuit; simply annihilating this elite group of Barbarians would be a great achievement.
Meanwhile, Artoria, leading ten thousand knights, arrived late. Looking at the port engulfed in flames, Artoria did not order a pursuit.
She merely stood on the high slope, looking down. There, a white dragon continuously rotated and cut through the panicked enemies.
"Joan of Arc," Artoria murmured to herself, watching Joan of Arc, like a white dragon, stirring up chaos among the Barbarians.
But their numbers were simply too small. Five thousand men among one hundred and fifty thousand Barbarians were like a drop in the ocean. No matter how much they stirred, they couldn't stop the Barbarians from fleeing for even a moment.
Yet Artoria did not charge; she merely watched the Barbarians board the ships one by one.
"My Lord?" a knight rode up beside her and asked.
"Wait," Artoria raised her fist, and the knight immediately retreated.
When all fifty-odd ships were fully loaded with Barbarians, swaying precariously as they sailed out to sea, and many Barbarians at the port were crying and shouting, trying to swim to the ships or despairingly awaiting the knights' slaughter, Artoria finally lowered her hand, stretched it forward, and with just a slight lift of her stirrup, her warhorse neighed and charged down the mountain.
"Leave none alive!" Grand Duke Andrei, standing behind her, reacted swiftly. He raised his longsword and shouted loudly.
"Leave none alive!" The knights roared in unison, following Artoria's lead as they charged downwards.
The Barbarians became even more chaotic as the knights, like rolling thunder, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, rushed towards them. They couldn't escape; the area was shaped like a concave, and to get out, one could only return the way they came or set sail.
The ships were almost completely burned. The only way out, those fifty ships, had already sailed out of sight and disappeared over the horizon. No matter how they thought about it, they couldn't find a single way to survive.
Many Barbarians' minds became agile. They had heard that Red Leaf Ridge treated prisoners well. Their former comrades even became "nobles" there, with many subordinates, in a country with very good treatment.
Perhaps... surrender?
Many exchanged glances, then clattered their weapons to the ground and knelt.
However, they didn't know that a powerful figure in Camelot had long since calculated that so many prisoners would be a significant burden. Not to mention whether Red Leaf Ridge's agriculture could support them, even if they were dispersed, if they caused trouble, Red Leaf Ridge was full of ordinary commoners; how could they defeat them? At that time, putting out fires everywhere would be exhausting!
Therefore, Kailar had already issued the final, detailed command for this operation: Leave none alive!
Artoria stood firm, holding the reins with one hand to maintain balance, leaning to the side of her horse, and then swung her sword... a magnificent head flew into the sky... "They've set sail..." Kailar, seeing Artoria begin her slaughter, relaxed and watched the fifty large keel ships, like seeds, setting sail like dogs without a home. He narrowed his eyes, and a faint murderous intent emanated from his dull pupils.
"It's time," Kailar stood up and slowly climbed onto the huge rock. From here, like a watchtower, he could take in all the surrounding scenery. The immense height, equivalent to a fifteen-story building, gave Kailar an ample view.
"Rocar, it's up to you!" Kailar raised his staff, and the huge crystal on top began to emit a dazzling light, like the sun. This was actually a signal.
Rocar, Kailar's fifth disciple, had excellent performance in navigation, shipbuilding, and fishing and hunting.
He was also the Commander-in-Chief of Red Leaf Ridge's navy!
After sailing out to sea, Inglish let out a heavy sigh. No matter how badly he was defeated, he was at least alive. As long as he was alive, there was hope, hope to start over.
Inglish lowered his head and chuckled, then burst into laughter, looking with savage and sinister eyes towards the Red Leaf Ridge port. There, shouts of battle shook the sky, and red flames accompanied by black smoke rose into the air, clearly visible even to people several kilometers away.
"Camelot! I will return one day!!" Inglish roared in a low voice, like a wounded beast.
At this moment, high on the cliff, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed. The Barbarians, seeing such a beautiful sight for the first time, stared blankly, dropped their weapons, and gaped. Then they suddenly knelt on the deck and vigorously kowtowed.
But Inglish cried out in his heart, "Not good!" and quickly climbed up the mast using a long rope.
Just as he raised his head and looked around, the mournful sound of a horn came from the side of the cliff. There were countless true warships: the Red Leaf Ridge Great Ships!!
"My teacher's hopes rest on this one action," Rocar laughed heartily, raising his hand, standing at the bow of the ship, and looking at the dazzling light with one foot, he shouted loudly.