The elves' first wave of attack ended quickly. It was short, but extremely destructive.

Yun Zhe and his group were fortunate enough to escape the elven attack, but the other troops were less lucky. The heaviest losses were suffered by Nyrent. To continue demonstrating his loyalty to Serena, he ordered his cavalry to launch a counter-charge. Although this charge had more soldiers than Yun Zhe's—a full hundred-man squad—and superior weaponry (many in full armor, half equipped with standard lances), the result was disastrous. It neither slowed the elven advance nor inflicted any significant casualties, and not a single cavalryman returned. It was a complete and utter loss of their last remaining hundred-man cavalry. However, it still had an effect. This charge, though lacking in merit, at least earned Serena's increased attention and the more complex compliments of the others, at the cost of a hundred lives.

Newrent was quite surprised by the result, because the number of elves was not much different from the previous night, around two hundred, yet the outcome was completely different. He clicked his tongue, feeling both distressed and puzzled. Where had things gone wrong? Was his army inferior to the ragtag army of Yun Zhefeier? Or was it because the elves were stronger this time? Or was it the cavalry captain's fault?

Then Nyrent saw the last person he wanted to see that day in his simple tent.

As Yun Zhe and Philby appeared in Serena's makeshift tent, Serena's eyes finally brightened.

Yun Zhe ignored their thoughts and walked into the tent with a grim face. Everyone assumed he had been forced there by Philby. But in reality, Yun Zhe was pondering a problem he couldn't quite grasp. He was surprised that the elven cavalry hadn't wiped them out completely; he vaguely felt this wasn't a good thing, but couldn't quite put his finger on why.

It wasn't until everyone's attention was focused on Yun Zhe that he realized what was happening.

“I think Yun Zhe really doesn’t want to say anything, so let’s not force him,” Newton said slowly, his eyes gleaming.

Serena frowned, a subtle expression that Newrent keenly noticed.

"He's useless. What can he say? That's just how it is. Unless we have 10,000 soldiers right now, well-trained and well-equipped." Sind curled his lip. He already had a bad impression of Yun Zhe, and after hearing some things, he understood even more who had tricked him back then, so he was even more disgusted. However, he also saw Serena's expression, so he spoke much more subtly.

"Yun Zhe, everyone is waiting for you. What do you mean by not saying anything?!" From the moment Yun Zhe came in, Blake felt that Yun Zhe's face was full of resistance, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was a sign of dissatisfaction with him.

"One by one..." Yun Zhe's anger flared, then he suddenly realized that the elves were going to deal with them.

Wave after wave of cavalry attacks continued relentlessly, day and night...

Yun Zhe rubbed his temples and shared his speculation.

"Ha!" Nuremt let out a slightly grating laugh. The elves were dividing their cavalry into several groups to attack in shifts—a tactic he'd never heard of before. Although he wasn't an expert in cavalry, he'd led troops for years, and while he couldn't replicate the level of skill required, he had a general idea. He glanced around and saw everyone looking incredulous and disapproving, which reassured him. His gaze towards Yun Zhe became mocking.

Sind glanced at an officer behind him, a cavalry captain clad in tuxedo armor, and whispered a few questions to him. The officer shook his head and whispered something in Sind's ear.

Blake was somewhat surprised to find Yun Zhe's words quite reasonable. He didn't know much about military affairs, but this operation seemed easy to execute. Although we couldn't do it, it didn't mean the elves couldn't.

He glanced at the people around him. Serena's expression was also confused. She trusted Yun Zhe deeply, but every word he said made her tremble with fear and feel very uncomfortable. She was extremely unwilling to admit it.

If Yun Zhe is right, then they have no choice but to flee now, with absolutely no time to sit down and discuss the issue. But the fact that we're still sitting here discussing it means…

Yun Zhe was quite shocked as he observed the thoughts of those around him. He didn't think this level of skill was particularly advanced; before his transmigration, he had read many books where such tactics were quite common, but here they seemed to be considered top-tier.

But now was not the time to mock these people's lack of knowledge, so Yun Zhe composed himself. The real challenge was how to counter this tactic; it seemed that in every battle, without exception, the cavalry had won a decisive victory, and no other force had managed to gain the upper hand.

“My lord, there’s no need to consider such alarmist claims. The elves have the advantage of cavalry, and it’s inevitable that they will continue to harass us. What we need to do is…” Sind glanced at Nuremt and approached Serena to speak.

Before he could finish speaking, a huge commotion erupted outside the tent. Leibnier rushed in, crying out in terror, "It's terrible, sir! The cavalry... the elven cavalry are here again..."

Everyone was shocked. How much time had passed, and the elven cavalry were back?

At this moment, everyone's attention turned to Yun Zhe. Although the news had left everyone terrified and panicked, and many were emotionally disoriented and embarrassed, they all reached a consensus: Yun Zhe was absolutely right. While different people held different opinions on the conclusion, the fact remained undeniable.

"That's so right, so right. Why is it always so right?" Blake frowned, looking at Yun Zhe standing in the center of the tent, feeling even more uneasy.

Yun Zhe glanced at Philby, who had a confident expression on his face, and understood what he was thinking. His mood also became heavy.