At the west side of the city, a fierce battle raged between the Tetherswest forces and the Blande west unit. The clash of weapons and the shouts of warriors reverberated through the battlefield, painting a chaotic and intense scene.
The Blande forces, numbering around three thousand men, fought with a tenacity born out of their desire to maintain control over the west route of the city. Their ranks formed a formidable wall of shields and spears, braced to repel the onslaught of the Tetherswest army.
The Tetherswest soldiers, comprising a mix of infantry, archers, and cavalry unleashed their fury upon the Blande ranks. They know this is the golden opportunity to free themselves from the enemy's siege.
Tetherswest strategically utilized its superior cavalry numbers to launch swift and devastating attacks on the Blande forces.
With thundering hooves and gleaming weapons, the Tetherswest cavalry charged forward, aiming to dismantle their siege machines.
Like a storm unleashed, the cavalry surged through the battlefield. Their war cries echoed through the air, instilling fear in the hearts of the Blande soldiers who scrambled to defend their siege machines.
However, it was too late to prevent the attack. Blande's west unit mostly focused on fighting Tetherswest's infantry and archer. They don't have enough troops to reinforce the small number of soldiers at the back.
The Tetherswest cavalry skillfully manoeuvred around the massive structures, evading enemy attacks while relentlessly hammering them with their weapons. Swords slashed, lances pierced, and arrows found their marks. One by one, the machines that cause a lot of problems to the city for weeks were rendered inoperable.
After they are done with the siege machine, the Tetherswest riders swiftly shift their target to another group of people. This time, they are targeting the engineers who are responsible for the construction of the siege machine.
The engineers, caught off guard scrambled to defend themselves. Desperation fueled their resistance as they brandished whatever weapons they had at hand.
The Tetherswest cavalry with their blood pumping with adrenaline, expertly closed in while dodging the feeble attacks directed toward them.
The engineers fell under the relentless onslaught. Their cries for mercy were drowned out by the clamour of battle. Tetherswest showed no mercy to the engineers. They were driven by the desire to cripple the enemy's war effort and remove any chance of the siege machines being rebuilt.
As the dust settled, the cavalry stood among the dead bodies. The threat of the siege machines had been eradicated and the engineers had been eliminated. With their mission accomplished, the Tetherswest cavalry retreated to recover their energy.
Meanwhile, inside the command centre of the Tetherswest forces, the air was thick with tension. The commanders were deep in discussion when an urgent message arrived from the duke.
The messenger relayed the news of the imminent arrival of the Ryntum army, ready to lend their support in the fight against the Blande.
In an instant, their expressions changed from weariness to renewed hope. "This is a game-changer. With their numbers and expertise, the victory of this battle is guaranteed."
Others nodded when hearing that comment. Although the Tetherswest has two thousand more soldiers in terms of number, they are conscripted civilians with no formal training or experience.
"Tell our soldiers to hold out a bit more. The help is on the way!"
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As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the soldiers from both Blande and Tetherswest were weary and exhausted.
The ferocity of the war has gradually decreased. Each side suffered a substantial amount of loss and was thinking to end this battle for today.
However, as the war is about to draw its curtain, the Ryntum detachment unit from the south arrived just in time. They quickly took their positions, their percussion cap rifles gleaming in the fading light.
The Ryntum soldiers aimed their rifles towards the enemy's vulnerable flank and unleashed a thunderous volley of bullets. Chaos begin to erupt within the Blande ranks as the unexpected assault struck them from behind.
The arrival of another enemy force from behind added to the confusion.
The Blande soldiers found themselves sandwiched between the relentless onslaught of the Tetherswest infantry and the Ryntum detachment unit.
Unperturbed by the chaos, the Tetherswest infantry pressed forward. Exhaustion completely disappears from their face as they clash with the disoriented Blande forces.
Seeing the chaos in their rank, the Blande cavalry stepped in to quash the attack from Tetherwest infantry.
They charged forward with thundering hooves. However, their efforts were met with fierce resistance from the Tetherswest cavalry who wish for the circumstance to stay as it is.
With two cavalry units meeting eye to eye, an inevitable clash of steel filled the air as both cavalry units engaged in a deadly fight.
Amidst the chaos, the Ryntum detachment unit steadily advanced, closing the distance between themselves and the beleaguered Blande forces.
As they close in, they reloaded their rifles, preparing for the next devastating volley. Shortly thereafter, the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.
A second volley of bullets was released, tearing through the Blande ranks. While the Ryntum soldiers maintained their disciplined formations, the enemy fell into further disarray and panic.
The relentless firepower pushed the Blande soldiers back. Their ranks thinned and their morale shattered.
With darkness descending upon the battlefield, both Ryntum and Tetherswest give a final push simultaneously. The Tetherswest infantry surged forward and Ryntum continue their onslaught.
The Blande forces, overwhelmed and outnumbered, could no longer withstand any of their attacks. Their resistance crumbled and the weapons in their hand begin to drop to the ground.
The battlefield, once a scene of chaos and violence, now became a tableau of defeat.
The Blande soldiers, weary and disheartened, cast glances of resignation at their conquerors who stood tall in triumph. They were rounded up by the victorious forces and placed under guard, their movements restricted to prevent any further resistance
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, both armies and the prisoner of war spend the night inside the city. Throughout the night, jubilant cries of celebration resonated through the city.
The liberation of the west area served as a beacon of hope to repel the remaining Blande in the northeast.
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