I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 105: The Akunza

The Elysean army marched through the dense Pan-American wilderness, muskets at their sides and eyes scanning the trees for signs of movement. The humid air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the distant calls of unseen animals. Marshal Armand Roux rode at the head of the column, his face impassive, but his mind focused. The ambush of an Elysean patrol had set this expedition in motion—now, it was time to respond with force.

Behind him, 300 elite soldiers, hardened from the African campaigns, marched in disciplined formations. Captain Étienne Giraud led a cavalry detachment of 50 men, their horses carefully picking through the uneven terrain. Native scouts, recruited from friendly villages, moved ahead of the main force, guiding them toward the suspected Akunza stronghold.

The mission was simple: find the enemy, eliminate the threat, and establish Elysean dominance in the region.

By midday, the column had covered nearly fifteen miles of rough terrain, following trails marked by the scouts. Roux studied the surrounding jungle—thick, untamed, and full of dangers. Unlike the open savannas of Africa, Pan-America’s interior was a labyrinth of towering trees, fast-moving rivers, and valleys that could easily hide an entire army.

Suddenly, one of the scouts returned at full sprint.

"Marshal!" the man gasped. "We’ve found something—a camp. About a mile ahead."

Roux motioned for the column to halt. "How many?"

"Fifty to seventy warriors," the scout reported. "It’s a forward camp, not a main village. They don’t know we’re here."

Giraud grinned. "Then let’s make sure they never do."

Roux dismounted his horse and quickly gathered his officers. A surprise attack was the obvious choice, but it had to be done efficiently. The goal was not just to win—but to send a message.

"We will surround the camp from three sides," Roux ordered. "Giraud, take the cavalry and block the escape route to the west. I will lead the main force in from the north. No survivors."

The officers nodded.

The Elyseans moved into position, silent as death.

As the sun began to dip, Roux gave the signal.

Gunfire erupted from the jungle, tearing into the camp. Warriors barely had time to react before musket balls ripped through their tents and bodies. Screams filled the air as men scrambled for weapons, but the attack was overwhelming. Read latest chapters at novelbuddy

The Elysean infantry advanced methodically, firing in disciplined volleys. Any warriors who tried to escape were cut down by Giraud’s cavalry, their sabers flashing in the evening light.

Within minutes, the battle was over.

The ground was littered with bodies. The camp, once a temporary base, was now a massacre site.

Roux stepped through the wreckage, his saber still drawn. Among the dead, he spotted a wounded warrior, struggling to crawl away. The man’s chest was painted with tribal symbols, and a musket lay just out of reach.

Roux knelt beside him. "Where is your main camp?"

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The warrior only glared at him.

Roux sighed, raised his pistol, and fired point-blank.

The rest of the warriors who had been captured were quickly executed. This was not a war for negotiations—it was conquest.

As night fell, Roux gathered his officers near the burning remains of the enemy camp. The first engagement had been a success, but it was only a step in a much larger war.

"This camp was small," Roux said. "The real enemy is still out there."

Giraud wiped blood from his saber. "We keep pushing, then."

Roux turned to the scouts. "What do we know about their main settlement?"

One of the guides stepped forward. "The Akunza Confederation’s main village lies twenty miles west, near the great river. That is where their warriors gather."

Roux considered the map. A direct march would take them there within two days, but it would also give the enemy time to prepare. He needed an advantage.

"We will move at dawn, but we won’t attack immediately," Roux said. "We’ll set up camp near the river and draw them into a fight on our terms."

Giraud raised an eyebrow. "And if they don’t take the bait?"

Roux smirked. "Then we burn their homes and force them to come to us."

At first light, the Elysean army continued westward, leaving behind the smoldering ruins of the enemy camp. They moved swiftly, keeping off the main paths to avoid detection.

By midday, they reached the banks of the great river—a wide, winding waterway that cut through the land like a natural fortress.

Roux ordered the men to set up a defensive encampment, positioning artillery on a nearby hill to give them a tactical advantage.

If the Akunza Confederation wanted to fight, they would be marching straight into Elysean firepower.

As the soldiers dug trenches and built fortifications, scouts reported movement to the west.

Giraud grinned. "Looks like they’re coming."

Roux nodded. The real battle was about to begin.

By nightfall, the first war drums echoed from the distance. The sound was low, rhythmic—a warning and a challenge.

Roux stood at the edge of the camp, staring into the dark jungle beyond the river.

"They’re gathering," he said.

Giraud smirked. "Good. Let them come."

Throughout the night, the Elysean soldiers reinforced their positions. Muskets were loaded, artillery cannons were checked, and scouts reported that a large force of warriors was approaching from the west.

By dawn, the Akunza Confederation’s army had arrived.

Hundreds of warriors lined the trees, their bodies painted in war symbols, their weapons gleaming in the morning light. They shouted and banged their spears against their shields, a display of power and intimidation.

Roux stood atop a small ridge, watching them carefully.

"This is their final mistake," he said.

Giraud grinned. "Time to teach them what war truly means."

As the sun rose over Pan-America, the battle for the Akunza Confederation’s future was about to begin.

And Elysea would crush everything in its path.

The warriors of the Akunza Confederation began to advance, their formation loose but filled with fierce energy. Their chants grew louder, their weapons raised high as they prepared to charge. Roux remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the approaching force.

"Hold the line," he ordered calmly.

Elysean artillery officers stood at the ready, waiting for the signal. The cannons were loaded, their barrels aimed toward the enemy’s ranks. Behind them, musketeers positioned themselves in disciplined formations, their rifles leveled, fingers hovering over the triggers.

Roux raised his hand.

"Fire."