Although temporarily mediating the conflict between the two, Ginijis dared not place them together again.

So the latest deployment turned into the following pattern:

The Legion Commander of the First Legion was Raffel, who arrived riding solo from Xia Lvcheng, while Duke Barry was in charge of leading the Blood Knights.

Duke Alaric took charge as the Legion Commander of the Second Corps.

As for the commander of the Third Corps, it remained unchanged, with Duke Navarro from Eagle's Claw Bay in command.

With the personnel changes, the troops underneath also required fine-tuning.

Because the Noble Knights below each have their preferences and the factional relationships between them are complex, adjustments are necessary to maximize combat effectiveness.

In fact, after adjustments, the increase in combat effectiveness and morale is not much, and it might even reduce combat power due to unfamiliar units.

But Ginijis was willing to handle this complex and tedious task.

Facing the Holy Alliance, he wants to maximize the chances of victory, not missing even the smallest improvement.

After a series of minor personnel shifts and changes, the organization of the three legions has already changed.

First Legion: 1400 heavy-armored Imperial Knights, 2800 Square Banner Knights as the core, 1200 Blood Knights, 500 Crossbowmen, totaling 5900 men. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Second Corps: 7500 King's Guard as the core, 5000 Spearmen, 500 Great Swordsmen, 1200 Longbowmen, totaling 14200 men.

Third Corps: 2500 Extraordinary Knights (ranging from Imperial to Squire Knights), 9000 ordinary infantry (ranging from Walking Knights to Guards), totaling 11500.

Additionally, there's a separate battalion of 500 Spring Gunners along with 14 three-pound cannons and 4 six-pound cannons.

The Peasant Corps is still around but has been assigned to monitor Haji Castle and guard the supply convoy.

The previous battle had proven that sending peasants to wear down the Holy Alliance Army did nothing but decrease our own morale.

Therefore, the actual number of combat troops on Leia's side on the battlefield is about 32000 people.

The blazing sun hung high, the hot wind whistled wildly, blowing hats off people's heads.

The horn sounded alongside shouts, mixed with chaotic footsteps, hoofbeats, and drum beats, as groups of infantry and knights marched distinctly forward.

Viewed from above, it was a dazzling flood of spears and armor swallowing this plain.

Originally from dawn, the two legions of Leia had marched over.

Taking almost three hours, already considered a miraculous marching speed, yet there were still quite a few straggling soldiers gradually returning to formation.

Due to the previous quarrel between Alaric and Duke Barry, a lot of time had been wasted.

By the time Raffel truly arrived at the front line to inspect the troops, it was already noon, the hottest period.

The Great Knight's physique differed from ordinary people, heavy White Crystal Steel Armor steamed like fog inside, but Raffel moved without hindrance.

Riding the equally heavily armored Dragon Blood Horse, standing nearly two meters tall at the shoulder, from a distance, it resembled a giant iron tower.

Removing his helmet, Raffel squinted towards the battlefield.

The undulating hills, the miles-long Grey Robe Hill, and a tributary of the Narran River sliced the entire battlefield into a fan-shaped side more than ten miles wide.

With experience alone, Raffel estimated his side was located on the arc of the fan, with a battle width of about 15 miles.

From his position to the camp, the depth was about 6 to 8 miles, with only sparse shrubs and streams.

During this, the terrain was flat, with the tallest being only a few small hills five or six meters high.

"Ah." The attendant following beside Raffel couldn't help shaking his head, "Great, this terrain is too good."

"What's good about it?" Raffel asked solemnly.

The knight's page knew he had misspoken but didn't know where he went wrong, so he could only reply stiffly, "It's wide, perfect for cavalry deployment."

"Oh, just thinking about the battlefield being wide, facilitating charges." Raffel grabbed the page's collar, pulled him forward, and roughly asked, "Didn't you see the battle width continuously narrowing?

There's the Northward Sefer River, orchards by the river, it's a wedge, the further forward we go, the narrower the width becomes.

Did you see those hills and slopes? Those walls built by the Holy Alliance Army, lined up, did you see them?

Over there the battle width is only about 8 miles, before the Holy Alliance camp it's less than 4 miles.

Against the Holy Alliance Army, a frontal engagement of 20,000 infantry requires at least 3 to 4 miles' width.

The remaining 4 miles of width means either reduce the number of knights attacking, leaving the rest watching.

Or, it's a choice between flanking and heavy armor assault tactics, got it?"

Releasing the page's collar, Raffel said with a heavy heart, "It's not that I'm strict with you all, the Leia Kingdom is in a time of crisis, and you who eat the royal bread should all rise up."

The knight's page murmured in compliance, not daring to retort.

With a sigh, Raffel pulled out an imitation telescope from his bag and once again gazed at the battlefield.

Under the enhancement of Eagle Eye Divine Art, he could see even clearer than Horn.

On three irregularly distributed hills, there remained bunkers made of rammed earth mixed with mortar, along with nerve-racking spring cannons.

Below the earthy slope, a rudimentary rammed earth parapet was constructed, and in front were lined up soldiers.

The rammed earth and wooden parapet could not withstand the impact of the Extraordinary Knights, and would instead impede the Holy Alliance Army's own advance.

Thus, it was used only to protect the bunkers on the upper tier of the slope and as a deceleration zone for warhorses.

In front of the parapet, three battalions were still in the classic Holy Alliance tactical formation—the diamond formation.

Namely, two battalions at the front, with two battalions each on both flanks 90 meters to the rear, and two battalions 180 meters further back, which served as the reserve battalions.

Typically, the Vanguard Corps are at the forefront, and the First Legion at the rear.

The three battalions were horizontally aligned, controlling a battle width of roughly three miles.

At the sides of the battalions, there were squads of Kush Cavalry consisting of fifty men each, and squads of Holy Grail Cavalry consisting of a hundred men each.

Surrounding these cavalry squads, there were about seven to eight hundred dispatched Holy Gunmen.

These Holy Gunmen were Alchemist Priests temporarily transferred from the Alchemy Workshop, trained for two weeks with the spring gun, and then sent to the battlefield to assist the cavalry or serve as Dragon Cavalry.

As for the basic combat capabilities of these temporary troops, there was no need to worry, as the army prioritized selecting those who had served in the Defensive Army and trained in formations.

Many even had ranks in breathing techniques.

The cavalry could barely control a battle width of about three miles, and for the remaining two miles, they could only rely on the spring cannons to fill the gaps.

Anyway, at the far rear, there were the Shadow Crow Army and the Imperial Guard ready for mobile support.

Standing on this battlefield, Raffel's gaze was extremely solemn.

Beneath him, the warhorse growled lowly, and soldiers advancing all around filled the hills and fields, with formations of infantry already arrayed.

Even for a seasoned veteran like Raffel, his grip on the reins tightened.

This wasn't like the Battle of Maron Hill or the Battle of Xia Lvcheng, where a loss could be just a setback, with another opportunity in the future.

If lost, the Lanfeng Dynasty would collapse, and the Holy Alliance would thrive.

If won, the Lanfeng Dynasty would thrive, and the Holy Alliance would collapse.

A fight to the death, with no room for retreat. It was a pity that the Knight's Pages around him still pretended to keep a tense appearance.

Raffel knew that, in their view, winning or losing wasn't important; survival meant simply swearing allegiance to a different dynasty.

Whoever becomes king didn't matter to them; they just wanted to be vassals to the king.

Believe it or not, that demon monk Horn, if he dared to acknowledge the nobility's titles, they would be more eager towards Horn than to Ginijis.

After all, Horn was someone who had defeated them on the battlefield, whereas Ginijis had merely inherited his father's throne.

In the Leia Army, only a few were prepared for a fight to the death.

But was the Holy Alliance prepared for such a death match?

Taking in a deep breath and clearing distracting thoughts from his mind, Raffel lowered his voice to marshal his forces.

"1400 Imperial Knights, form 14 charge squadrons of a hundred each, with the captains elected amongst yourselves. His Excellency Bordman, you will lead one squad and command them."

Bordman nodded silently.

"1400 Square Banner Knights, also form encircling squads of a hundred each, and Squire Knights form harassment squads, under the command of Duke Barry."

"As you wish, Your Excellency." Duke Barry showed Raffel the utmost respect, bearing none of the arrogance he showed before Alaric.

"Third Legion, 2500 Extraordinary Knights, serve as reserves, ready to charge and support at any time. Duke Nava, are you confident?"

With a solemn expression, Duke Nava bowed: "Please trust in me."

"Second Corps infantry phalanx, press directly forward; Third Corps infantry phalanx, staggered about a hundred steps apart, follow."

"Understood." Duke Alaric gave a heavy nod towards Raffel.

Seeing everyone receive their orders, Raffel emphasized once more: "The first attack is a probing one, with infantry advancing first; cavalry shouldn't rush into battle recklessly.

However, if necessary, cavalry may charge or encircle to cover the infantry's retreat and prevent a collapse and retreat.

This battle doesn't need to be concluded today. Although we are in a hurry, we can afford to drag it out for two or three days."

"Good!" A light applause was heard, and several senior officers turned to see Ginijis approaching slowly.

Smiling, he glanced at everyone and suddenly took a plate from the attendant next to him, which contained chilled melon slices.

"I was just enjoying some melon, pleasantly sweet, and thought to let you have a taste too."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Regardless of what they truly thought, the faces of the officers displayed immense gratitude as they each took a slice of melon.

"To substitute wine with melon." Ginijis held up a melon slice, "May I wish you all victory?"

Holding a slice of melon, Raffel's eyes were deep: "Please trust that we will surely bring victory back to Leia! Ready to sacrifice all!"