Rise of the Horde

“Sir, the front line is buckling under the weight of the enemy army’s new assault…perhaps it’s time to send in some reserves,” an officer who was with their overall commander suggested. He was a bit scared of the commander that was assigned to lead them.

They have never heard of him before, so they were forced to use a cautious approach when dealing with him. His way of dealing things were yet to be known to them. Only more than a week had passed when he was appointed as the overall commander of such a huge army.

Rakabis’ gaze was still glued to their frontline which was slowly collapsing and emotionlessly replied, “I know,” without bothering to find out who spoke among those who were with him. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“Send out half of the reserves to reinforce the frontline,” he ordered then turned his gaze towards their right flank. Their heavy cavalry was pulling back away from the battlefield albeit at a very slow pace. “Lead six units from the reserves to reinforce the right flank less they abandon the battle,” he directed his gaze towards the officer who made the suggestion of sending out the reserves.

Rakabis was certain that if their right flank were denied of reinforcements, they would have no qualms of abandoning the fight. No one wants to fight a battle that was certainly going to result into a defeat. Although the soldiers lack the perception of the entire battlefield, they were aware of the fight that is right in front of them.

Their goal was to win the fight that was before them which could contribute to their chances of achieving victory in the entire battlefield.

They must be presented with the situation that it was possible for them to win the fight or else they would depart from the battlefield without a second thought.

Turning his gaze towards their left flank, he could see them also struggling to contain their foes. They might not have lost any ground at all but he could see that they were struggling to contend against the enemy forces.

“Send out five units to reinforce the left flank and send a message for me to the officer in charge of the left flank. Tell him that if he doesn’t gain any advantage over the enemy in the next hour with the reinforcements, his head will roll after the battle,” his voice was still devoid of emotions but his eyes showed a glint of anger.

He also sent out few of his officers who were still with him to rally their retreating soldiers and reorganized them for a renewed attack.

The missile units of both sides at the center continued to rain down javelins and arrows towards the opposing army. This time, their targets were not their counterparts on the other side but the front lines of the enemy army. They were trying to disrupt the formation and advance of the enemy battle line.

Trot’thar quickly took notice of the advancing enemy reinforcements. He had no choice but to pull back the eight warband less they be pinned down by the enemy if they advance any further.

The orcs grumbled in dissatisfaction. They were already so close. The panic filled faces of the archers; they could already clearly see it. Just a little bit more forward and they could begin cutting them down.

“Don’t break formation! Stay focus!” the warband master roared, after observing that the warriors under his care were beginning to lose cohesion, because of their dissatisfaction with the order given to them.

Seeing that the advancing orcs were slowly heading back to where they came from, the archers breathed out in relief. Their arms were already numb and their fingers hurt from the continuous firing of arrows towards the advancing orcs. They tried to leave the advancing orcs alone when they realized that their attacks were dealing no damage against them.

And the orcs quickly made use of the opportunity to rapidly advance forward and gain distance towards them.

Without the threat of the arrows, the orcs quickly covered a good distance. These forced the archers to resume in raining down arrows upon them to slow down their advance.

Khao’khen saw the movements of the enemy army. The enemy commander made his moves and it was now his turn.

“Sixth and seventh! To the left flank! Fifth to the right flank!” his commands were as simple as they could get. The warbands already knew what they would have to do.

Excitement was clearly etched on the face of the orcs who belonged to the warbands that was called out by the chieftain. And those who are of the warbands that wasn’t called showed signs of envy, disappointment and dissatisfaction. The sound of battle, they could clearly hear it from where they are. And they were very eager to join in.

Khao’khen also ordered the cavalry that belonged to Adhalia to accompany the fifth to provide support to their right flank.

Only four warbands were yet to make their contributions into the battle. And alongside them were the lazing ogres who were on their butts as they watch the clash.

The battle was a stalemate, no side gaining any clear advantage over the other.

It was high noon where the heat was at its peak when a change occurred.

The Ereian right center managed to break through the Drakhars’ left center and pushed them back. Without the aid of the right center to cover their other flank, the Drakhars’ right center began to be overwhelmed.

Rakabis seeing their right center gaining the upper hand took advantage of the situation. “Give the command. Send out all the reserves to attack the enemy center,” he quickly sent out the rest of reserves to completely punch through the enemy battle line.

With the new weight of the swarming Ereian right center, the Drakhars’ on their left center easily crumbled. And the other center also began to show signs of crumbling.

Khao’khen quickly sent out the surviving swordsmen to patch up the holes in their battle line but to no avail. Their front line was being overrun by enemy soldiers.

The Drakhars were being attack on three sides and were slowly being encircled by the opposing army.

“First to fourth, rapid advance,” he ordered to which the orcs happily complied. Roaring with their battle cries, the remaining orcs charged into the battlefield. A maniacal looking smile was plastered on their lips as they charged forward.

The Ereians who were filled with confidence received a rude awakening from the charging orcs. Soldiers were sent flying by the orcs as they quickly joined in the fray.