I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over! – Chapter 595

Chapter 195 Chapter 194 The Battle (2)

Seeing George comply with the orders and willingly go to protect the flank as a reserve force, Duke Casson felt half relieved.

The knights were full of fighting spirit, and not many were willing to protect the “farmers'” flank; more desired to confront the enemy head-on, charging with their weapons rather than remaining in the rear like fools.

He turned to a noble Grail Knight, who removed his bucket helmet, revealing skin different from that of mortals, a moon-white hue that even emitted a faint moonlight upon closer inspection.

He appeared to be middle-aged, but Casson knew his age was measured in centuries.

He was indeed a knight who had drank the holy water from the Grail.

“Noble Sir Machino,” Duke Casson said, “please assist in the attack.”

“For the will of the goddess.” The Grail Knight Machino donned his bucket helmet, urged his tireless steed, lifted his shield adorned with a golden Grail, and rode forward.

Duke Casson issued several more commands before settling his mind.

He had accounted for everything; even the vile enemy schemes had been uncovered. Brave George had also preemptively slain the terrifying dragon demon; with so many valiant knights, they should be able to annihilate this beast horde.

However, contrary to Duke Casson’s optimism, as the battle began, the scales of victory slowly tilted towards the beastmen.

The right flank infantry of the Barto army, under the continuous bombardment of boulders, eventually lost formation. No amount of whipping could force the old farmers to remain rational when faced with the boulders hurled by the cyclops.

Cowards were easy to handle; they could simply be killed for fleeing. But many infantrymen were too stunned, forgetting their discipline as their lines became distorted, with multiple formations collapsing into a chaotic mass.

The front lines were blocked, and the sergeants attempted to restore order. They had abandoned the old farmers’ attempts to regain their formations; they only needed to line up randomly and follow the military flags.

However, as the number of people increased, this small requirement became exponentially more difficult on the battlefield; it was hardly feasible for the disordered infantry to regain any semblance of organization.

The cyclops bent down, its ten fingers brushing the ground, and an invisible force began to draw the earth into its grasp, forming an oval boulder the size of a cart. With the heavy stone hoisted onto its shoulder, it hurled it with force.

Four massive boulders came roaring in, crashing into the crowd; the oval stones rolled across the flat ground, and those who could not evade were crushed with horrified screams. Only when the human wall exhausted the stones’ momentum did they finally come to a rest.

Complete disarray.

The panicking crowd shattered what little order had been established, and chaos spread further back; the advancing spear formations began to push forward in a frenzy, triggering stampedes, and this turmoil extended nearly a kilometer along the front.

Ji Ma estimated that more people were injured from trampling than from the boulders.

George sighed as he looked on: “The chaos after disarray is worse than swords and daggers; poor farmers, compared to the imperial soldiers, have received less training and have poorer equipment.”

“The Empire is the strongest human nation, having withstood the annihilation armies multiple times, even crushing the demon king’s head.”

Eventually, the knights abandoned any notion of restoring order and simply ordered the infantry to charge forward with a straightforward command: hold their spears forward and stab the ones with horns on their heads.

Without formations, the war quickly devolved into a brawl.

The scattered Barto farmers in the front lines had to turn back to avoid the charging beastmen, naturally finding themselves in disarray behind their own infantry.

Seeing the chaotic mass of soldiers behind them, they were dumbfounded. Theoretically, there should always be spaces between formations for friendly soldiers to pass, but there were no formations now, and the old farmers with bows had no choice but to retreat.

The sergeants forcefully urged the infantry forward with their whips, and both sides pressed into a heap.

Thus, what seemed like a simple tactical maneuver led to a large mass of confusion.

“This is just herding livestock,” George could no longer stand it and turned to look to the left.

Ji Ma pointed out from a tactical perspective that Duke Casson treated the farmers like livestock, saying, “The commander created a dense formation for the knights’ greater mobility, resulting in confusion spreading; if these were professional imperial soldiers, it would be fine. But the infantry’s quality is lacking.”

For tens of thousands of troops, this flat ground was indeed insufficient for cavalry.

“This is just poor command.”

“Not necessarily; Barto has fewer people, but the knights have the advantage,” Ji Ma replied. “Perhaps this chaos will actually benefit the Barto army in twenty minutes.”

George asked, “How so?”

“The ignorant ask the wise for wisdom. Please say the word ‘please,’ thank you.”

“Please teach me.”

Ji Ma exhaled comfortably, releasing the pent-up frustration from earlier when George punished her, then while taking a walnut prepared by Lianxi to eat, she continued, “By a stroke of luck they stumbled into a diagonal line. The diagonal line is quite simple: place your advantageous forces on one side while the weaker forces hold the other. The advantageous forces break through one side of the enemy, expanding the advantage across the entire battlefield.”

“Forming localized superiority in strength. But what does this have to do with the diagonal line?”

“To endure longer, weaker forces generally engage the enemy later than the stronger ones.” Ji Ma pointed ahead where the left flank was already fighting: “See? This is the diagonal line.”

The left flank’s spear formations and axe formations were already engaging the beastmen. The brown-yellow beastmen charged at the shield wall and spear formations, getting pierced and scattered by the long spears.

The infantry realized they actually had the numerical advantage, and each beastman was physically weak, showing heavy dark circles under their eyes, exhausted before the fight even began, and they fought back with increasing courage. Unbeknownst to them, during this time, Ji Ma’s curses were torturing the poor beastmen in various ways.

Dreaming of becoming a roasted whole lamb on the grassland, constantly stepping on sharp stones, and getting sharp pebbles stuck in their hooves, causing pain they couldn’t remove.

Thus, many beastmen, weary from constant running, simply wished to get into a fight quickly; even if they lost, they preferred that to continuing their miserable lives.

After observing the left flank, George looked toward the distant right flank.

The right flank infantry were still shoving against the old farmers under a rain of arrows, having not yet engaged with the enemy, forming a diagonal line perfectly.

“You see,” Ji Ma pointed ahead, where knights in bright armor from the left flank were continuously gathering, responding to the banners. “I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but Duke Casson has placed the advantageous forces all on the right flank.”

George sighed, “I have gained a deeper understanding of how the knights view farmers not as humans.”

“Well, as long as we can win, it’s all good; if the knights on the right flank can launch a charge at the right moment, there’s at least a 70% chance of victory in this battle. If not, it’s precarious, but Duke Casson is experienced; he shouldn’t make mistakes.”

Ji Ma then extended her hand, and Lianxi, apologetically, said, “Master, there’s no food left.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a few falling stones crashed among the knights. The young and impetuous chivalrous knights could no longer endure it, and upon seeing the advantage on the right flank, they charged ahead before the charge horn was even sounded, with many knights joining the rush.

“I forgot; this group of knights has little discipline,” Ji Ma remarked as she spoke, asking Lianxi, “Do you have any melon seeds?”

George asked, “Ji Ma, you seem so calm. Do you have confidence in your heart?”

“Of course.”

“Can you tell me?”

“I have a trump card.” Ji Ma patted her wings, “As long as I have wings, when the situation turns dire, I can just hug a cat and flee.”

“Master is so good!”

George was speechless.

I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over!

I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over!

Even if the Demon King switches genders, he’s still out for revenge, duh., 魔王大人即使变身也要复仇哟
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
The lecherous Demon Lord Kima, who was once obsessed with women, dies by the Hero’s sword and is reborn as a succubus. Casting aside her pride as a Demon Lord, she commits herself to the oblivious Hero, scheming to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks and steal away all of his female companions for herself. “I’ll make that bastard regret it so much he’ll be rolling at my feet, begging for mercy!” “Gima?” “Ah, the food’s almost ready! Come have a taste—you first.” “It’s delicious! Meeting you is one of the luckiest things that’s ever happened to me, Gima.” Just you wait, kid. You’ll be crying your eyes out soon enough! You just wait.

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