Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 189: Ch : The Tactic- Part 2

Chapter 189: Ch 189: The Tactic- Part 2

High above the valley, Queen circled in elegant loops, its sharp eyes trained on the enemy forces moving below. Kyle stood on the ridge, watching through the hawk’s vision.

The enemy had taken the bait, marching right through the narrow valley Kyle had predicted. Their formation was tight—confident, even—but that confidence would soon crack.

Kyle raised one arm, the signal clear and swift.

Within seconds, the cliffs on either side of the valley came alive.

Massive boulders, carefully loosened and prepared in advance, thundered down in waves.

The sound was deafening—stone crashing against stone, men shouting in panic, screams drowned beneath the roar of collapsing earth.

The enemy lines scattered.

“Now!”

Kyle commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like steel.

From hidden flanks, Kyle’s three groups surged forward in practiced unison.

One force cut through the left of the valley, another came down the ridge, and the third—Kyle’s own—rushed into the heart of the enemy.

Their movements were sharp, clean, and precise, just as Kyle had trained them.

The confusion within the enemy ranks gave his soldiers the upper hand. Cries of retreat began to echo, but Kyle gave no room for escape.

“Push forward! Leave no threat behind!”

He ordered.

The battle didn’t last long—not with how well they had executed the trap.

His soldiers moved with discipline and strategy, overwhelming their scattered opponents in waves. Within the hour, the enemy forces lay broken and defeated across the blood-stained valley.

Kyle stood over the enemy commander, who had been captured during the collapse.

A hulking man with sharp features and blood down his chin, the commander glared at Kyle with a mix of hatred and disbelief. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Kyle’s soldiers began cheering behind him. Weapons raised, fists pumping the air. It was a victory. A resounding one.

But Kyle turned, eyes narrowed.

“Stop.”

The cheers halted, heads turning in surprise.

“We don’t celebrate until we’re back in camp and no blades are pointed at our backs. This is a battlefield. Anything can happen.”

Kyle said, voice firm.

His soldiers straightened at the reminder, but they didn’t look any less proud.

Behind him, the captured commander began to laugh—a dry, rasping sound.

“You think this means anything? I’ll never surrender to the likes of you.”

He spat.

Kyle didn’t flinch. The commander reached into his tunic in a flash, revealing a hidden rune.

Before the commander could activate it, Kyle’s mana surged.

A burst of invisible pressure locked the man in place, freezing his movements entirely. The rune fizzled out in his hand, the magic nullified.

The commander’s eyes went wide.

“How—?”

“No tricks. I don’t allow them.”

Kyle said coldly.

He ordered the man bound and gagged before looking back to his troops.

“We move.”

By late afternoon, they were marching back into the camp.

The soldiers were tired but whole, wounded only lightly. And they carried a captured enemy commander as a trophy.

As they passed through the gates, others from Baron Adam’s camp stood still—staring. Disbelief covered their faces. No one had expected Kyle’s green soldiers to survive, let alone win so cleanly.

Kyle saw it. The doubt, the awe, the growing shift in loyalty.

He turned to his troops, walking backwards so they could all see him.

“Savor this. You’ve earned it.”

He told them.

A few raised brows in confusion.

“This feeling—this high. Remember it. Chase it. Not the glory—never the glory. But the victory earned by discipline, planning, and trust in your comrades. That’s what we fight for.”

Kyle said, gesturing around.

Cheers rose then—not wild or arrogant, but proud and sure.

As Kyle walked beside the bound commander, Queen returned from the sky and landed on his arm with a soft rustle of feathers. The hawk stared at the enemy men in silence.

“You were all watching once. Now they are too.”

Kyle murmured to his beast.

And in the quiet that followed, Kyle knew: his true war for loyalty had just begun.

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Kyle stood before his gathered soldiers, Queen perched silently on his shoulder.

The tired, bloodied troops looked up at him, some still catching their breath, others eyeing the camp with disbelief that they’d actually made it back alive.

“We’re in camp. This is a safe place. Now you may celebrate.”

Kyle said, voice calm but loud enough to carry.

A heartbeat of silence followed—and then, cheers erupted.

Laughter broke out among the ranks.

Some clapped each other on the backs, others dropped to the ground with relieved sighs. The tension of the battlefield melted into the familiar warmth of camaraderie.

Kyle offered a small nod before turning and walking toward the command building, two of his men dragging the bound enemy commander behind him.

Baron Adam stood at the entrance, arms crossed. His eyes widened at the sight of the captured man, but he quickly composed himself.

“You brought him alive?”

Kyle gave a nod.

“I did.”

The Baron stepped forward, studying the prisoner with a frown.

“Impressive. Put him down.”

He said with a wave.

The enemy commander was shoved to his knees, his expression twisted between contempt and resignation.

“Now, explain what happened.”

Baron Adam said, his voice firm.

“We executed a planned ambush. We lured the enemy into the valley, triggered a rockslide to disrupt their formation, and struck from three flanks.”

Kyle replied simply.

The Baron’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s not a strategy I recognize.”

“No. It’s new.”

Kyle said mildly.

Baron Adam leaned forward.

“Will you share it?”

Kyle tilted his head with a polite smile.

“You can try to figure it out on your own.”

The room stiffened. The Baron’s expression tightened just slightly.

For a moment, neither spoke—just measured each other, weighing words and motives.

Then the tension cracked as the enemy commander let out a ragged, defeated laugh.

“Still arguing about tactics, huh? What now, Baron? Going to parade me through your little city?”

He rasped.

Baron Adam stepped closer.

“You’ll face judgment for invading my lands. I’ll see this conflict ended within my borders.”

The commander smirked despite the bruises on his face.

“A pawn like you? You think you have the power to end anything? This was never your game to play.”

Baron Adam’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Instead, he looked to Kyle.

Kyle gave the man a nod and signaled for his soldiers to secure the prisoner outside.

“Commander Kyle, you’ve done what was asked. I won’t deny you’ve shaken the very foundation of my army.”

The Baron said, his tone almost respectful now.

Kyle offered a small bow.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

“You’re leaving?”

“My contract was to lead your army in this battle. That task is done. I’ll be departing tomorrow morning.”

Kyle replied.

The Baron nodded slowly, eyes still studying Kyle.

“Very well.”

As Kyle turned and walked out, Queen let out a low, satisfied cry. He didn’t look back. There was nothing left to prove here.

However, Kyle had a feeling that the Baron had allowed him to head back too easily. It was clear that the Baron had a plan of his own.

‘Tsk. This man is much more cunning compared to his daughter. I need to be careful or I might get swallowed by him.’