As death persisted, they gradually ceased to be afraid. After all, getting shot was just a matter of an instant, and perhaps it ca as a relief.
When blood first splattered onto their faces, they would fearfully raise their arms to wipe it off.
But as the heads around them kept bursting open one after another, they had beco completely numb, not even furrowing their brows anymore.
As the first brave lad climbed up the city wall, this brutal battle officially entered a heated phase!
This ti, not only couldn't those attacking the walls laugh, but neither could those defending them.
Though Pierce only needed one swipe of his sword to chop off that reckless head, there was no end to the heads on the city walls.
Even with his Platinum Level strength, he couldn't withstand the relentless and continuous assaults like a tide.
After all, even the toughest steel would blunt after chopping dozens of bones.
Moreover, not all attacking were peasants; mixed among them were individuals who had gained strength for various reasons, including so formidable Transcendents, who always struck unexpectedly before him and his n.
This slaughter continued until dusk.
Not until the drums sounded in the distance did the rebel army retreat like the ebbing flood.
The peasants of the Ryan Kingdom mostly lack nutrition and could see nothing once darkness fell. These rebels rarely prolonged battles into the night, not only because their combat effectiveness would be affected but also because so would seize the opportunity to flee in the dark.
Finally, Pierce freed his hand to wipe the fresh blood from his face, yet there wasn't a trace of joy for surviving this ordeal in his eyes.
The battle at Rapids Pass had been ongoing for over half a month, with the situation worsening day by day.
Initially, he had eight hundred professional soldiers under him; now, fewer than a hundred could stand on the wall.
More than that—
Of the four Silver Level Knights under him, three were already dead!
Otherwise, he, as the Commander, would not risk himself standing on the front lines.
Looking at the soldiers panting against the battlents, he didn't know how they could last until tomorrow.
Just as Pierce was about to order the treatnt of the wounded, his gaze outside the walls slightly paused, and then his expression drastically changed.
At the distant edge of the position, four ominous cannons were pushed to the front by several bare-ard Green Forest Army soldiers!
"Cannons?!" exclaid the Deputy Officer standing by his side, his face full of disbelief.
The size of those cannons was obviously much larger than the smoothbore cannons on their walls; they belonged to the siege caliber, not only more powerful but likely capable of shooting farther!
How did those rebels get these things?!
Pierce's face grew increasingly grim as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white.
Those cannons were beyond his range!
He almost instantly guessed the opposing Commander's intention—
"They're doing it on purpose… They're forcing us to raid the camp under the cover of night." whispered a Centurion beside Pierce, voicing the thought the forr didn't utter.
The soldier leaning against the battlent grinned, pressed his freshly bandaged wound, and spoke.
"Fortunately, they don't know our situation… We can't spare the manpower for a nightti raid."
"Don't be too optimistic, after tonight they'll know, and then it will all be over."
"Damn it, who the hell gave them these things."
"… Who knows, it's either Hell or Chaos."
Listening to the soldiers' discussions, the Deputy Officer turned his gaze to General Pierce, waiting for this valiant Knight to make a decision.
Actually, it's not that they couldn't spare the manpower, for instance, if this Platinum Level Knight chose to act personally, it would be possible.
Of course—
The premise is that there isn't an equivalent force within the opposing army.
Otherwise, that person wouldn't even need to gain the upper hand.
All they would need to do is hold off General Pierce, then use their nurical advantage to wear him down… This fortress, easy to defend and hard to attack, would fall without an assault.
As Pierce was caught in a dilemma, suddenly a cloud of dust rose from the southern horizon, obscuring the sky.
One of the soldiers responsible for lookout was the first to notice the anomaly, and then shouted out in surprise and joy.
"General! Look! From Campbell's direction! There's an army approaching us! They're bearing the Duke's flag!"
Duke?
Campbell Royal Family?!
Pierce was slightly stunned, then an expression of ecstatic relief erged on his blood-stained face, his fist clenched involuntarily.
How had they co?
Earl Derek's soldiers had been sitting on the border for more than half a month; he never imagined this cold neighbor would suddenly send troops!
But since the Campbell people were here, they must have a very compelling reason!
They—
Were saved!
Victory cheers erupted on the castle walls, as the remaining defenders let out earth-shattering cries, as if to release all the fear and oppression of the past half month.
So were so excited that their bandages split, and freshly bound wounds spurted hot blood again.
But in stark contrast, in the Green Forest Army's formation.
"Lin Ying" Finnian, holding a monocular, wore a solemn expression.
Several kiloters away, Campbell Duchy's soldiers were marching towards Rapid River Castle, carrying uniform Flintlock Guns and wearing identical military outfits, their morale high.
The Duchy had dispatched troops…
And it was before he captured Rapids Pass.
User Comments
0 comments from readers