The Witcher - Uchiha Madara!

Chapter 147 - The Battle Between the South and the North 14.

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Third Person POV

Northern kingdoms.

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As soon as the northern army clashed with the southerners, both the infantry and cavalry arrived just a moment earlier. The men of the north struck at their enemies, who barely managed to maintain morale.

Even though the northerners were mostly civilians from villages and towns, the black-clad soldiers struggled to keep their shields raised as thousands of men collided with them. Cries and blood filled the battlefield as both sides fought desperately to kill one another. The northerners had the upper hand, breaking through Nilfgaard's defensive lines at several points along their first line of defense.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!" the Nilfgaardian captains shouted, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of order in their ranks as other parts of the battlefield descended into chaos.

In some areas, Nilfgaardian forces held firm, attempting to push back the northern forces. However, the northerners, having charged with full force unimpeded by lines of archers, overwhelmed many positions. Cavalry from the north broke through in several places, forcing Nilfgaardian soldiers to retreat while still attempting to keep their shields raised. Where Nilfgaard did manage to hold their ground, a brutal push-and-pull fight ensued, with soldiers from both sides locked in deadly combat.

"Come on, stand firm! Push them back and kill them! Finish them off!"
"Stay out of the north, you damned southerners!"
"For the North! Temeria!"
"For Sodden!"
"This is for what you did to Cintra!"

Soldiers from both sides roared as they tried to kill anyone who stood in their path. Even survivors of Cintra joined the northern army, throwing themselves into the fray with reckless abandon, desperate to avenge what had been done to their homeland.

While trying to fend off the northerners, Nilfgaardian soldiers shouted in their own language, incomprehensible to their enemies. It sounded like commands to hold their ground or perhaps insults hurled at the northerners.

Despite the northerners' initial advantage, the Nilfgaardians quickly reorganized, fighting with the discipline of far more experienced soldiers. They tried to regain composure, clashing swords and shields with their attackers. Those who had broken through the first line found themselves surrounded in the middle of the Nilfgaardian army, struggling to widen the breach. Gradually, the Nilfgaardians began to stabilize their positions, turning the tide slightly in their favor.

"Hold the soldiers!" a Nilfgaardian general shouted in his native tongue as he observed the situation at the front lines. Both armies continued to batter each other, with more and more soldiers dying on both sides.

On the Nilfgaardian side, their superior armor gave them an advantage in defense. They quickly began to cut down the inexperienced northern soldiers who had entered the fray.

The Nilfgaardian general kept observing the battlefield, his attention shifting to the center where the chaos caused by Madara still lingered. The area was littered with bodies and engulfed in flames. The sight of the boy standing there motionless was disconcerting. He hadn't moved but simply stared intently at the front line.

"Damn it, what should I do?" the general murmured, his eyes fixed on the boy as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

"Hey, you need to deal with that boy immediately! If not, we're going to lose this war!" General Menno snapped at the mages present.

At that moment, Fringilla, one of the mages, glanced sideways and noticed northern mages preparing spells. "Get ready! They're attacking us! We don't have time to deal with the boy right now!" she exclaimed.