He could keep failing.
But Jeff Reczek couldn’t. If he was hit by even one arrow, given the current situation, death would be inevitable.
“Yes.”
The ten top generals all shouted, looking at each other, their hands getting more ruthless. They were all using real weapons now.
Rawdan Jefferson even fearlessly closed in, “Today, I will flatten your St. Sunday.”
“Dream on,” Jeff Reczek spat out these two words.
But he, alone, could still handle Rawdan Jefferson with some effort left over. But having to deal with these ten top generals, plus a despicable villain firing arrows from the side, was indeed more than he could handle.
Thud!
Rawdan Jefferson’s hammer hit Jeff Reczek’s chest, sending shockwaves through him.
Jeff Reczek tasted sweetness in his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow it.
But the next second, an arrow flew over, Jeff Reczek quickly turned his head, but still a trace of blood was drawn. Frontal attacks were not the most deadly. The most deadly were these sneak arrows.
Nobody knew when he would fire, or where he was aiming.
So even Jeff Reczek, at full strength, was being pressed at this moment. After all, he was facing high-level practitioners from an entire country, and he was alone.
“Officer, we’re coming to save you.”
People on the city wall also saw that something was wrong and wanted to come down to rescue him.
Among them, especially Harry Smith.
He knew that he had dragged Jeff Reczek into this. If it weren’t for his trouble, Jeff Reczek would have just been defending the city wall, not being surrounded down below. His eyes reddened at once, and he wanted to go down and fight.
But then.
With a thud.
A South Land officer blocked him. He was not very old, quite young, and said, “My name is Ryan Willow. Do you really think South Land has no one left?”
The two immediately started fighting.
Harry Smith had good talent and natural strength, but Ryan Willow on the other side was not weak either.
After all, this time South Land used the full force of the country, and all high-level practitioners came. But on Kisia’s side, there were only high-level practitioners from South Province.
Theresa Lindsay also wanted to break out.
But she was also stopped.
This time, the officers from South Land significantly outnumbered those on the city wall.
They were even three or four, surrounding one Kisia officer. At this moment, there was only fighting, no rules, and all the people of Kisia were blocked and could not break out.
At that moment, Maclean roared, “Everyone, do not attempt to rescue General Reczek, fall back.”
Some people looked towards Maclean, somewhat incredulous.
Down there was Jeff Reczek, the top general here.
“Fall back, it’s an order, our defense line is about to break.” Maclean’s eyes were grave as he stared at the battlefield. “The enemy is about to launch a major attack. Fall back.”
“Yes.”
The many generals only then realized their defense line was aboutto break. After struggling to disengage from the battle, they immediately returned to their original positions, trying their best to defend. However, Harry Smith did not return. Instead, his eyes red, he said, “Brothers, help me hold them off. General Reczek is trapped because he saved me. I’m going to save him.”
Only then did he realize this was a trap. He had fallen into it. If he hadn’t recklessly rushed in, Jeff Reczek wouldn’t have had to risk his life. His recklessness had endangered General Reczek.
“Don’t worry, even if we die, we will hold them off.”
Among them, a blood-soaked recruit roared. He had not known Harry Smith before. But these past few days, they had become brothers. You go, we’ll hold them off for you.
“Kid, don’t underestimate this old man.”
Among them, there was also a veteran team leader, also covered in wounds, speaking. They knew what they were about to face. It was an endless army. But they were determined to hold off, no matter what. This was their mission. Even without Harry Smith’s words.
“Damn it, get out of my way.”
Harry Smith’s eyes were bloodshot. Seeing General Reczek below him, struck by another arrow, his heart filled with rage. He wielded his spear with all his might, forcing Ryan Willow back. Then, he quickly plunged into the battlefield.
“Fool, going down there will only get you killed faster.”
Ryan Willow sneered. Below was their South Land army’s territory. He had originally wanted to kill Harry Smith in a one-on-one fight to make a name for himself. But if Harry Smith was seeking death, he wouldn’t object.
“Get out of my way!”
With his spear, Harry Smith tried to carve a path through the battle to rescue General Reczek, but there were too many people.
Yes, there were too many. Below, densely packed, there were at least five hundred thousand soldiers. Harry Smith was surrounded by dozens of people as soon as he arrived. Even if he killed these dozens, there were still hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands more.
Moreover, there was Ryan Willow chasing after him. The two were evenly matched. But now, Harry Smith was no match for Ryan Willow.
“Do you even dream of killing Lord Whiteford? Today I will kill you and then bring your head to Lord Whiteford as a trophy,” Ryan Willow sneered, his spear moving faster and faster.
“In your dreams.”
Harry Smith bit his tongue, then with a flourish of his spear, killed three South Land soldiers. But as a result, Ryan Willow’s spear left a bloody mark on his back.
“Die.”
Ryan Willow lunged forward again. Harry Smith turned to block, but attacks were coming from all sides. Gradually, his injuries became more severe. His movements slower. His consciousness began to blur. He looked at General Reczek, surrounded, and felt he could not reach him.
“General Reczek, I’m sorry, I was reckless.”
If it wasn’t for his youthful arrogance, thinking he was invincible, rushing down to duel with the top practitioner of South Land, nearly getting killed in the process, none of this would have happened to General Reczek.
It was his youthful arrogance.
“General Robin, I can’t be your vanguard.” Harry Smith said with a mouthful of blood. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
However, at this moment, a voice rang in his ear, “Who says you can’t?”
Thud.
Someone had blocked the attack in front of him.
“General Robin.”
Harry Smith suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the man standing in front of him. Then Robin said, “Let the adults handle adult matters. You go back and complete your task. After the task is over, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes.”
Clutching his chest, Harry Smith returned to the city wall.
“Who are you? Dare to block my path?”
Ryan Willow stared at this person, his eyes filled with rage.
He was about to kill Harry Smith.
Yet, this person had managed to rescue him.
The audacity of this person to dare to come, Ryan Willow’s spear swept forward, a glint of cold light emerged, intending to kill this person who dared to steal his prey.
“Ryan Willow, stand down.”
From behind, Caleb Laydon saw this scene, his face drastically changed, and he quickly reprimanded.
However, only one phrase was heard in return.
“Too late.”
With a thud.
Ryan Willow fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness, he, how could he die like this.
“You want to know who I am? I’ll satisfy your curiosity. My name is Robin, they also call me the God of War of Kisia.”
Robin, holding a three-foot-long sword, spoke.
At this moment, the gaze of the entire battlefield converged on this one man. He was as beautiful as jade, the golden dragon pattern on his body faintly shimmering as the wind blew. His face, as sharp as a knife, and his eyebrows, sharp as blades.
God of War!
The truly dangerous person from Kisia, had arrived.