588: Chapter 185 Storm Hammer (Part 1)_1 588: Chapter 185 Storm Hammer (Part 1)_1 “Are the statistics ready?” Kusler’s voice was heavy.
His mental state was even worse than Anchelotti’s, with disheveled hair and his exquisite armor damaged in many places.
The biggest wound was from a slash by the Mei Clan Master.
If it weren’t for the sturdy armor and his strong Douqi, that slash would have been enough to cut him in two.
“They’re ready, Marshal.” The voice of the secretary trembled.
“Speak.
I can take it,” Kusler’s voice was pletely hoarse.
Days of battle, constant fatigue, and pressure were eroding the old mander’s life force.
“After five days of battle, our army has been relentlessly attacking Spirit City for almost 120 hours straight, which has inflicted significant losses on the enemy, but our own losses are far more severe.
Fourteen legions’ designations have been pletely erased, and the Magician Corps has been wiped out.
The Blood Color Guard has less than seven hundred people left.
Out of the ten Dragon Knights other than yourself, four are dead, and three are critically injured, leaving only three still capable of fighting.”
Every number was shocking, and every sentence the secretary uttered made Kusler’s hand tremble.
“Give me the detailed casualty numbers.”
“Yes.
Including mages, our army had a total of 450,000 troops participating in this battle.
178,000 plus have died, 14,000 are critically injured, and 96,000 have sustained minor injuries.
Over 100,000 mounts, used as food, have been lost.
Less than half of the Blood-Mages are left.
Our bat strength has been reduced to less than half of its original.
Countless siege equipment has been lost,” the secretary spat out the words as if through clenched teeth.
The substantial losses incurred in just five days illustrate the dire intensity of this battle.
Despite being at the point of no return, the people of Flore did not retreat.
Wave after wave of fierce attacks were launched, but even now, they have yet to breach the city walls.
Ottega, Chief of Staff of Flore’s Army, spoke with some agitation, “Marshal, what should we do now?
We can’t go on like this, our army has no supply.
There’s a shortage of provisions, and although the soldiers can eat their mounts, the remaining Dragon Tamers and mounts of the Heavy Cavalry can hardly fight due to the lack of food.
Moreover, aside from the dead, we have a huge number of injured, and we don’t have any medical supplies.
If this continues, in two days, non-bat losses will start to rise rapidly.
Marshal, you need to make an early decision.”
With a fierce motion, Kusler drew his sword and pointed it forward, “Provisions and medicine are in Spirit City.
At this point, after such heavy losses for our army, if we still cannot take this city, it will be a plete strategic defeat.
We will no longer pose a threat to Milan on the eastern front.
I believe every general present understands what it would mean for Flore if Milan withstood the attack launched by Landias.
To Landias, we are but a tool to be used, far from being an ally like Bo Pang.
When the time es, no one will save us.
For the future of Flore, we cannot retreat from this battle.
The blood of our warriors has already dyed the earth red.
Let us launch one final fierce attack, and if we do not succeed, we shall die with honor.”
Kusler’s voice rose in passion again, but after five days of war, none of his officers could maintain the same fighting spirit.
Flore’s Army, with less than 200,000 remaining batants, finally launched their last charge.
Anchelotti stood straight as an arrow, he was exhausted, but his morale was incredibly high.
Even he himself did not expect to last this long with such weakened forces.
Five whole days had passed, and he watched one Milan Warrior after another fall at his side.
Yet, more of the enemy fell before them.
Flore’s losses were great, but the toll on the Milan Eastern Legion could not have been small.
Now, at least half of the defenders on the city walls were from the logistics and supply troops brought by Jinse (Gold).
The regular army of the Milan Eastern Legion had lost over 80,000 men, with almost none unscathed.
Out of the 100,000 logistics personnel, batches had also entered the battlefield in turns to rotate with the front line.
The greatest advantage of Spirit City was its supply, which was abundant, whether it be provisions or medical supplies.
They could hold for five months, not just five days.
The dead warriors were gone forever, but Anchelotti knew that after this battle, once those injured soldiers stood up again, they would be veterans with ample bat experience.
The Eastern Military Corps would no longer be a weakened force.
“Brother Anchelotti, the first batch of my supply troops are up.
They’re in good condition after resting for most of the day.
We’re about to successfully hold the city, and the soldiers’ morale is high,” Jinse (Gold) approached Anchelotti with some excitement.
The relationship between everyone had grown much closer through this brush with death.
Anchelotti nodded with a smile.
“That’s great, Big Brother Jin.
How much longer do you think these Flore people can last?”
Jinse chuckled coldly and said, “Although I’m not very knowledgeable about military affairs, the number of their cavalry alone suggests that their logistical supplies have reached their last stretch.
Without supplies, I believe they can hold out for at most three more days.
I really don’t know how Yin Zhu managed it, to pletely cut off the entire supply line of Flore’s Army.”
Anchelotti was shocked, “What?
Jinse, are you saying the supply lines of the people of Flore were really cut by Marshal Ye?”
Jinse heaved a sigh and said, “Even though I don’t know exactly how many people have e from Qin City, as you have seen, anyone from Qin City is a formidable fighter capable of taking on hundreds.
For the specifics, you should ask your Marshal Ye later.
It’s not my place to say more.
Look, the people of Flore are ing again.
It seems they just won’t give up!”
Indeed, as Jinse said, Flore’s Army charged once more, under the leadership of mander Kusler, in their final large-scale assault.
The siege equipment of Flore’s Army had been destroyed countless times, and heaps of broken debris lay piled in front of Spirit City.
As Flore’s Army advanced, they first dispatched two military corps to clear this debris, followed closely by Blood Mages who began to cast their Blood Thirst magic.
After five days of fierce fighting, the state of these Blood Mages had visibly deteriorated, and the blood mist they released was not as dense as it initially was.
Kusler, along with the three remaining Dragon Knights on their Fenglongs, flew in midair, wielding Dragon Spears and constantly letting out roars as they cast wind attribute magic spells towards the battlements.
The Milan Soldiers atop the city walls were already accustomed to the attacks of the people of Flore.
Seeing the enemy ing once again, the Milan Soldiers on the battlements sprung into action immediately – Archers, Lance bearers, Catapults; all defensive weapons were deployed in the fight at the first opportunity.
With ample logistical support and a system of rotating rest, the Milan Warriors on the city walls were in much higher spirits than the soldiers of Flore.
Two hundred roars of anger erupted simultaneously, and almost at the same moment, the Roaring Magic of two hundred Claw Druids had already engulfed the Milan Warriors fighting on the city walls.
Arrows and stones rained down like torrential rain.
The biggest advantage of Spirit City was its extremely sufficient logistical supply.
Although five days had passed, Spirit City still had a plentiful supply of arrows and stones.
This was inseparable from the hundred thousand troops in Jinse’s logistical supply unit.
Weapons and equipment transported from Flore’s logistical center to East Wind City, other than a major part that was sent to Qin City, the rest was brought here by Jinse.
Hence, the weapon supplies within Spirit City were exceedingly plete.
Coupled with a surplus of provisions, this allowed the soldiers to maintain their high morale at all times.
Battles always waxed and waned.
With each day that passed, the morale of Flore’s Army would drop a bit, while the confidence of the Milan Warriors who successfully defended the city would rise accordingly.
After five days, the morale of both sides had already swapped.
At this moment, which of the Milan Warriors still remembered being new recruits?
The elite army of Flore?
In their eyes, they weren’t so frightening anymore.
At least for the full five days that had passed, they had shown no capability to breach the city.
While the fierce battle raged atop the city walls, below in the city, two tall figures were sitting cross-legged in a room less than twenty meters from the city wall, cultivating.
They were Ming and Zi.
On the first day of the battle, Ming had destroyed a vast number of enemies with his overwhelming Sub-God rank strength, which had also caused a significant depletion of his energy.
And Zi’s situation was much the same; after using the Whirlwind Laser Slash, he had exhausted all his strength.
Therefore, during the past five days of fighting, neither of them had taken part in the battle but were instead quietly resting here.
Although Ming’s energy depletion was significant, it was still better than Zi, who had been pletely drained.
Five days had passed, and Ming’s energy had finally returned to normal.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ming stretched his arms wide, giving his body a good stretch that produced a series of crackling sounds like bursting firecrackers.
Ming heard the cries and the clamor of battle outside very clearly.
Having reached the Sub-God rank, his senses were far superior to those of an ordinary person.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stood up, glanced at Zi who was still in a state of cultivation, and walked out of the room, heading towards the city walls.
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