"Retreat! Retreat now!"

On the front of Pariston, within the Yan army's defensive line, as soon as the order to retreat was given, the Yan soldiers did not hesitate at all and immediately began to withdraw into Pariston.

The heavy artillery pieces were not taken away by the hastily retreating Yan soldiers; they remained inside the fortresses. However, during the retreat, the artillerymen deliberately disassembled the important parts of the cannons. Outside the defensive line, the Golt infantry, dismounting from their tanks, were already charging forward in droves.

They were rushing forward in tight formation, firing bullets in rows, but the remaining cover could still block most of the bullets. The Yan soldiers had already mounted their fast horses and abandoned the position without looking back.

Meanwhile, in addition to the Golt infantry who were rapidly occupying the Yan army's positions, the Golt artillery was rushing in from the rear, while the heavy cavalry on both flanks set off and soon joined the artillery units.

The communications soldier who rushed to the rear delivered the information to Pariston in a great hurry.

Pariston's face was flushed with excitement. Holding a binocular in one hand and looking at the front line, he waved his other arm and howled "Good!" like a wolf.

"Good! Good! Well done!"

"Kill all these bastards! Kill them all without leaving a single one alive!" As he spoke, Saski's face was contorted with rage, filled with intense excitement.

He wasn't oblivious to the casualties he had suffered earlier, after all, this was an army he had personally led. But now, having captured the enemy's position, the feeling of triumph made Saski feel incredibly exhilarated.

Once this position is captured, the next step will be a rapid advance, directly into Pariston. With the front breached, the enemy's flank defenses will inevitably collapse.

He could almost see a great victory in sight and was eager to end the battle as soon as possible, sending news of the victory throughout the country, especially to Salibia, and to Emperor von Palen.

"See, Leo, I wasn't wrong, was I? The Yan people are already in a slump, haha!" Saski looked at Leo with a radiant face.

Leo nodded slightly, but his brows remained furrowed. He said, "Yes, sir, but there's still no news of a breakthrough on the flank. The Yan Kingdom's defenses remain very strong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Saski waved his hand and said with great confidence, "It won't have much of an impact!"

"Once a breakthrough is achieved on the front, our army will be able to continuously pour into Pariston, and the Yan people simply cannot stop it!"

"When the Yan people are forced to flee, our flanking forces will be able to trap them all in Pariston, and none of them will be able to escape!"

At this point, Saskia's face hardened, and she said with a cold smile:

"If we capture their commander, I will skin him alive with my own hands!"

Just then, a series of violent explosions suddenly rang out. Saskia was startled and quickly picked up the binoculars to look ahead.

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Astride his warhorse, Halson stiffly inserted the binoculars into the leather tube on his saddle. His face was deathly pale, as were the cavalrymen following him. Everyone looked tense and filled with fear, and even their warhorses neighed incessantly, as if they too sensed the approaching danger.

At this moment, they were on this stretch of road between the western side of Pariston and the exit of the Nzos Mountains.

According to Halson's original plan, he was supposed to lead his cavalry directly to Pariston from the rear, but as he approached, he saw a large number of troops stationed there, and the defensive line was not only extremely long, but also had hundreds of gun emplacements.

Halson immediately sensed something was wrong with such a tight defense. He believed that his light cavalry of less than 8,000 men might not be able to break through the defensive line, so he decided to take a more conservative approach. He quickly led his cavalry to retreat, intending to establish a defensive line in the middle of the road to cut off the enemy's retreat.

However, at this moment, enemy troops were rushing in from the direction of Enzos's exit. It was also a cavalry unit, coming with great momentum. The thunderous sound of their hooves was like thunder. They stretched their battle line extremely long, which looked like a long black line, seemingly several kilometers long.

Halson knew that enemy troops might emerge from the Enzos Mountains to provide reinforcements, but he never expected such a large enemy cavalry force to arrive in such a short time. Clearly, this enemy force was not hastily deployed, but had been stationed near the Enzos exit from the beginning, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

The fact that they stretched out their battle lines so far indicates that they not only came prepared, but also planned to encircle and annihilate the enemy.

This made Halson break out in a cold sweat, a chill running from his cervical spine to the top of his head. Only at this moment did he realize how risky it was to lead his troops to outflank the enemy.

Without the slightest hesitation, Halson immediately shouted, "Quick! Retreat!"

"Quickly! We need to go back immediately!"

With shouts, Halson spurred his horse and led his cavalrymen in a hasty gallop back the way they had come.

But after walking for only a short while, a scene that made one's scalp crawl gradually appeared in Halson's field of vision.

A cavalry unit was seen charging towards them; it was the Yan Army light cavalry unit that had emerged from the western entrance of Pariston.

Halson's expression froze. After taking a deep breath, he roared, "Prepare for battle! This is going to be tough!"

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"Boom boom boom!"

The continuous barrage of artillery shells reduced the first line of defense on the east side, which the Yan army had abandoned, to ruins.

Previously, the fortifications on this position had been bombarded by the Golgar artillery for more than half an hour without being completely destroyed. However, when the Yan army personally bombarded this position, the landscape was completely transformed in less than fifteen minutes. Not only were all the man-made fortifications destroyed, but the Golgar infantrymen occupying the position were also blown to smithereens.

The intense flames scattered across the battlefield, where mutilated corpses were everywhere. The charred remains emitted a pungent odor, and thick black smoke almost blotted out the sun, turning the once bright and clear sky into a gloomy one.

Saskia, who had lowered the binoculars, also had a gloomy face, and the corners of her mouth twitched incessantly.

The next moment.

With a loud "bang!"

Enraged, Saski slammed the binoculars to the ground, and the pent-up anger in his chest erupted from his mouth like lava from a volcanic eruption.

"Keep hitting him! Don't stop!"

"At all costs! All-out attack!"

"No matter what, we're going to storm in today and slaughter all these bastards! Kill them all!"