At this sound, the faces of some of the frontline soldiers changed dramatically, and they quickly retreated. During the previous siege, this Harry Smith had truly killed many people. After the first battle, they remembered one person, Harry Smith.
In the main tent of South Land. A deputy had returned, his body covered in blood, he reported: “General Jones, we have failed. Our captain was killed by a young man named Harry Smith. We were completely defeated.”
“We all heard it.” Aston Jones sat in the main seat, draped in a robe, speaking faintly. The group of strategists and generals surrounding him wore expressions of anger.
They truly had heard it all. The young man’s roar was extremely loud, even reaching their large tent.
“General Jones, let me go this time, I will definitely kill that kid who dared to say he will kill Lord Whiteford. Who does he think he is?”
“This kid is too arrogant, General Jones, I request to go to battle and I will definitely kill that Harry Smith.”
“General Jones, I request to go to battle.”
“General Jones, I also request to go to battle.”
A large group of generals, all with fiery eyes, stood up and requested to go to battle. Other things they might endure, but killing Lord Whiteford, what does that represent? He was their South Land’s highest card, Lord Whiteford. This was a provocation to them.
“Do you all want to go to battle?” Aston Jones glanced at these people, his dark pupils held a certain wisdom: “Since you all want to go to battle, then let’s battle. Send my orders, the 650, 000 strong army, all press on for me, attack the city.” He seemed extremely domineering in this moment.
“Yes.” Some of the generals agreed excitedly, but some of the better generals were somewhat puzzled. Can we really advance under these conditions? What about the Ghost Wolf Cavalry in the back?
However, they did not dare to disobey General Jones’s orders, they could only say: “Yes, sir.”
When most of the generals had left, only Benson Laydon remained. He immediately asked: “General Jones, with the current situation, do we really want to push forward? Not to mention the battle for the city, we will lose so many soldiers. And what about the Ghost Wolf Cavalry in the back, we have not yet found their tracks. Once they press on, they are likely to break our lines and invade the border.”
Benson Laydon was worried. He had always been worried about these people. This was a trap laid by the Kisia war god, forcing them to stay in St. Sunday, unable to leave, after all, the biggest threat in South Land was here. Even if they took other places, it would be of no use.
Moreover, once they left, they would more easily fall into the Kisia war god’s trap. He could not use all his forces, otherwise, the Ghost Wolf Cavalry would have the danger of breaking their line and charging straight to the border, which would be more dangerous.
So, he also felt that the Kisia war god was difficult to deal with. After today’s exploratory battle, he thought General Jones would think of another way, but he never expected it would be to use all their forces, a seemingly absurd warfare.
That’s why he asked.
“Because,” Aston Jones knocked on the table, behind him appeared three men in black armor, with hawk masks on their faces, their eyes cold and ruthless.
“Iron Eagles.” Benson Laydon had never seen Iron Eagles, but he saw that these hawk-armored men all had a small package around their waists, somewhat sharp, obviously all kinds of hidden weapons. This mostly looked like Lord Whiteford’s Iron Eagles.
In South Land, a small team that mainly dealt with intelligence and assassinations. Terrifyingly low-profile. Except for a few people, no one knew this team existed.
“Because, I also set a trap.” Aston Jones stood up and murmured.
At this moment, at the city gate.
“Crazy, they’re crazy, the South Land people on the other side are crazy.”
At the city gate, a deputy covered in blood, who had just knocked down an enemy who had almost rushed up, said incredulously: “They are launching a full-scale attack, these people really are crazy.”
Crazy.
Everyone was fighting in a bloodbath, fighting on the front line, including Theresa Lindsay, including Reese Daniels, all the old soldiers were up, all gathered at the city gate, because they really felt that South Land had gone mad.
“How can there be so many people.”
Someone looked down below. Fear flashed in their eyes.
The previous attack was like a minor sorcerer encountering a grand wizard. Now, as far as the eye could see, it was as if a sea of people were surging forward. A South Land soldier charged up and swung his sword at him. However, with a swish, an old soldier lunged forward, stabbing the South Land soldier with his own blade, chastising the new recruit: “Kid, losing focus on the battlefield is a great taboo. Regardless of the number of enemies, our task is to hold the gate.”
For a soldier, obeying orders is a sacred duty. Even if they were facing a sea of enemies, their task was to hold the city gate. They would die on these city walls if necessary.
“Yes.”
The new recruit roared, his eyes bloodshot as he continued to engage in the battle. At this time, on this city wall, everyone was fighting.
On one part of the battlefield, a blood-soaked deputy said to Maclean: “The enemy has gone mad. At least 600, 000 troops are all attacking us, launching an all-out offensive.”
They all found it hard to believe. They had analyzed the situation before, knowing that the enemy would not mobilize all forces at this time. They would only send small troops to probe and then seek other opportunities.
But to their surprise, after a single exploratory attack, the enemy launched a full-scale offensive, catching them off guard. They almost lost the city gate, but they still managed to hold it with their lives.
However, under the current situation, he was at a loss. “All reserve troops, get to the city wall. The enemy is about to launch a major attack.”
Maclean’s eyes remained fixed on the battlefield as he ordered. He saw it coming. The next wave of the total attack was imminent. The enemy was coming fiercely.
Under normal circumstances, an army would always keep some reserve troops, especially when defending a city. Part of the soldiers would rest while others would fight, or they would be kept as a trump card and would not be called upon unless the situation was critical. But they couldn’t care about that now. If they didn’t go up, the city would be broken. And the enemy had at least half a million troops.
“Haha, finally it’s my turn to take the stage. Where is Harry Smith? I’m going to crush him alive today.”
In the enemy ranks, a man in spiked armor, with some tattoos on his face, took the stage with a pair of hammers. As he appeared, the soldiers nearby were pushed away by his aura. This was a true powerhouse.
The number one madman in the South Land army, Rawdan Jefferson. Harry Smith, holding a spear, covered in blood, roared at Rawdan Jefferson. Even when facing the number one expert in South Land, he showed no fear.