Aaron Linton had admitted it.
He was not Aston Jones’s opponent, even if he used all his tricks, it was hard to escape from Aston Jones’s hands.
“But, I’m not reconciled.”
Aaron Linton bit his lips till they bled, a hint of red appearing.
But that was all.
He was ultimately not Aston Jones’s opponent.
“Brothers, come over.”
After Black Wolf forced the three generals to retreat, he called all his brothers over with a shout, then gave a wistful smile, “Brothers, this time we’re truly at a dead end, Aaron has done his best.”
“Brother, we can feel it.”
“We don’t blame you, we blame ourselves for falling into Aston Jones’s trap and causing trouble for the officer.”
The soldiers all laughed.
There was no fear of imminent death, only silent acceptance.
They were not afraid of death.
What they feared was causing trouble for the officer.
And they all called Aaron Linton a brother. Before, they had a look of disdain, now they could feel Aaron Linton’s efforts, calculating every step of their escape route.
If they were facing ordinary people, this plan, even this formation, could escape. Benson Laydon couldn’t trap them either.
But they were facing Aston Jones, the number one general of the enemy country, who saw their purpose, and most importantly, saw the direction of their final charge, and the three intact teams they deployed were all near this direction.
He had calculated it. In the end, they still couldn’t escape Aston Jones’s palm.
“Brothers, we can’t escape, but we have to kill. This is our final value, killing one is not enough. Each person has to kill at least three, more is better. The more we kill, the less pressure the officer will have. This is the only thing we can do.”
Black Wolf’s last sentence was filled with sadness.
Officer, I’m sorry.
This is the only thing we can do. We can’t escape.
“Kill.”
“Kill.”
“Kill.”
Many soldiers also swung the weapons in their hands, their eyes revealing a killing intent.
“Follow my command, kill!”
Black Wolf led the charge, killing his way out.
“This team must be possessed.”
On the other side, feeling the killing intent that filled the sky, some of the South Land soldiers were trembling slightly. What kind of troop was this, even at the brink of death, they still had such a strong killing intent.
“Kill!”
When the two armies clashed, the South Land army, with more against less, was still being suppressed.
“Damn it, they’re still so rampant even when they’re on their last legs.”
One of the squad commanders, looking at this scene, gritted his teeth, then gave another order, “All of you, press on, I want you to fight them to the death, even if we have to wear them down.”
Indeed. The strength of the South Land Army, currently in this place, was more than triple the size of the Ghost Wolf Cavalry. Moreover, the Ghost Wolf Cavalry was wounded. The squad led by Erniu was particularly battered, bloodied and bruised.
Even more so, as other teams gradually regrouped and regained command, more South Land soldiers would be thrown into the fray. Thus, this was a charge destined to fail. The sun set in the west. It could also be said that this was the Ghost Wolf Cavalry’s final heroic song.
“Die,” one South Land soldier sneered, thrusting his long spear into a Ghost Wolf Cavalryman. A smile emerged on his face. This fellow was already gravely injured, struggling to stand. If he could kill him, there would be a substantial bounty.
Attack!
With a squelching sound, the long spear indeed pierced the abdomen of a Ghost Wolf Cavalryman. But to everyone’s surprise, the Ghost Wolf Cavalryman endured the pain, stubbornly carrying on. He bit into the neck of the South Land soldier, fatally wounding him. Then, like a crazed demon, he roared, “Come on, I’m Ghost Wolf Cavalry, come on, we are unbeatable, come on.”
Thud.
Another long spear pierced the chest of this Ghost Wolf Cavalryman, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood. He wanted to pull someone else down with him, but no one came close. He burst out laughing, “What, are you afraid?”
By the time he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground with a clang. His body covered in wounds. His heart vein ruptured.
He should’ve died long ago, but he held on because Black Wolf had said that this was the last thing they could do.
“Ghost Wolf Cavalry, born for battle, rest only at death,” the Ghost Wolf Cavalryman used his last strength to speak, “I’m sorry… commander…”
“Dream on about killing more,” a South Land soldier said, seeing the man fall. They were ready to deliver the killing blows, those damned Kisia people.
However, at that moment, a horn sounded in the distance.
“Hu!”
“Hu!”
“Hu!”
A howl like a wolf’s cry resounded outside.
“What… what is that?” The South Land soldiers were stunned, looking up and muttering.
But the next moment, the Ghost Wolf Cavalryman who was supposed to be dead suddenly rose, picking up a large stone from the ground and smashing it into a South Land soldier’s head. The soldier was left bloodied and battered.
Then he pulled out the two spears lodged in his body, spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed, “That… that’s our Ghost Wolf Cavalry’s horn. The commander is coming.”
The commander is coming.
Every Ghost Wolf Cavalryman on the battlefield, whether seriously injured, slightly hurt, or already down, started laughing, “That’s our horn.”
Black Wolf roared, “The commander orders, charge!”
This shout echoed across the battlefield.
All the Ghost Wolf Cavalry began to charge. Even those gravely injured and fallen rose slowly. The commander was coming. They could not fall; they could not lose face for the commander. They were the Ghost Wolf Cavalry.
“The commander? The Kisia War God! He’s leading the troops,” cried one of the commanders of the smaller squads in panic.
The Kisia War God, a name that struck fear into hearts.
“Report, report, report, this Ghost Wolf Cavalry has gone mad, completely mad,” one of the commanders hurriedly said.
Immediately, this message reached the main camp.
“What, the Kisia War God is leading the troops?”
This news also exploded in the main camp.
If they had been confident of holding back the Ghost Wolf Cavalry before, they had no confidence now, all because the Kisia War God was coming.
“How is it possible that he’s coming, how is it possible?” Benson Laydon also couldn’t understand, looking at the sand table, “It’s impossible, St. Sunday has suffered heavy losses, he dares to leave the city, and also, where does he get the troops from now, they’re all trapped.”
A group of strategists were at a loss.
The Kisia War God, so audacious, where did he get the troops from to dare to charge out?