Thud.
Another citizen of Kisia fell.
At this point, all the citizens of Kisia over there had fallen, a total of three hundred and twenty-one people, all lying on that patch of grass, or rather, slaughterhouse.
“Walton Myers, is there more?”
From the middle of the two camps, Robin’s faint voice echoed. The voice spread across the whole battlefield. Everyone could hear it.
Everyone shivered involuntarily.
This man was truly ruthless.
Too ruthless.
Actually asking if there was more?
This time, Walton Myers didn’t speak, he just looked at Robin, looking for a long time before saying, “This time, perhaps the one who will be infamous, is not me.”
“So what, aren’t I already infamous enough?”
Robin laughed.
Just as Walton Myers said, what did it matter if he was infamous for eternity? He would have died by then, what did it matter to him?
Right and wrong, let future generations judge.
At this moment, a Shadow Guard appeared next to Robin, reporting, “Commander, large numbers of enemies have appeared at the east wall, west wall, and north wall, led by elite troops.”
Elite troops, also known as the spearhead units. They acted as the tip of the spear in an army, the charge team.
“Return to the city.”
Then, Robin gave his first order, not to charge, but to return to the city.
“Yes.”
Many generals were unwilling, but they all obeyed.
And at this time, on their way back, Robin said quietly, “All soldiers of Kisia, remember what happened today. We will retaliate, we will avenge this.”
“We will avenge this!”
“We will avenge this!”
“We will avenge this!”
The soldiers of the entire city were shouting ‘revenge’, deafening to the ears. All the Kisia generals looked at Walton Myers with a look that could kill, but Walton Myers had no change in expression, he just sat on his horse, looking at Robin.
Then, the enemy attacked.
This time, it wasn’t just from the south side of St. Sunday, that is, the front, but from all directions. There were South Land soldiers attacking everywhere, launching a ferocious offensive like a full force effort.
However, the Kisia soldiers were all infuriated, everyone was mad. They also fought with all their might.
South Land soldiers attacked frantically, Kisia soldiers resisted crazily. But in the end, this was a siege. After five or six attacks, the South Land army finally sounded the horn to retreat.
“Damn it.”
A Kisia soldier, even after people had retreated, was still holding his large sword, hacking at the city wall, madly slashing.
But the people were already gone.
A camp leader walked over, gave the soldier a slap, and then said, “Wake up, the people have already retreated, stop hitting, we won this battle.”
“They retreated.”
That soldier, brought back to his senses by the slap, stared blankly at the area below the city wall.
Below, there were only layers upon layers of South Land soldiers’ bodies.
At this, the soldier suddenly laughed out loud, “Damn South Land soldiers, finally retreated, weren’t they still driven away by me? I tell you, I just killed nine South Land soldiers…”
He was gloating.
Another soldier cursed out, “You killed nine? That’s nothing, I killed twelve, you’re nothing compared to me.”
“Next time I’ll definitely kill more than you.”
The surrounding soldiers laughed.
This was one way of finding joy in the misery of war.
Meanwhile, Theresa Lindsay and others were looking for Robin, but in the end, they only found Maclean Lyons and asked, “Have you seen General Robin? After the battle ended, he was gone.”
“He’s not suitable to appear in public right now.” Maclean Lyons said with a complicated expression.
“Why?” Theresa Lindsay asked.
“You’ll know by the afternoon.” Maclean Lyons sighed heavily.
And by the afternoon, a piece of news spread throughout the South Province. The God of War of Kisia ignored the massacre of the Kisia people. Is such a person really suitable to be the God of War?
This news, not only exploded in the South Province.
It exploded everywhere in Kisia.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Like a huge wave, it quickly swept through all of Kisia, causing astonishment.
In every city, people in the streets and alleys were discussing this matter, all saying, “What exactly is going on, why would the God of War of Kisia ignore the killing of the people.”
“No matter what the reason, he is the God of War, the protector of the country, he should not sit by and watch the people being killed.”
“Right. Such a person, still the God of War? I spit.”
Most people were filled with righteous indignation, feeling that this should not be the case. As a God of War, his duty is to protect the country and the people.
But he ignored the massacre of the people. This is too inappropriate.
Suddenly, in the capital, one official after another went to the central building, reporting this matter, all with one point of view, to remove Robin from the position of the supreme commander of the country, and not to let such a dangerous person sit in this position.
Although it was temporary, the power was immense, capable of mobilizing the entire force of Kisia. It was too dangerous.
Then, these people were blasted out by Mr. Berger.
However, they did not give up. More and more people opposed the Kisia God of War’s indifference to the killing of the people, thinking that the God of War should not stand in that position. Even though they were kicked out time and time again, the opposition momentum was growing.
The entire building was blocked.
Mr. Berger, with a worried gaze, watched the people parading in the streets and sighed, “I never realized, until now, that Kisia has been infiltrated so much. This will be difficult for him.” This situation is not easy to resolve.
In the afternoon, a significant piece of news came from St. Sunday – Robin had relinquished his position as War God. For the time being, the St. Sunday military was in the hands of Jeff Reczek, with Maclean Lyons as his deputy.
This outcome was satisfactory to the people of Kisia. He had stepped down. This man’s threat was not as significant anymore. As a soldier, he had dared to sit idly by while civilians were being killed.
In a restaurant, someone proclaimed, “Great, the butcher has finally been dethroned. He just sat and watched the common people being killed, and yet he calls himself War God, huh.”
“Demotion is good.”
“Let’s drink to the removal of this national menace.”
In the restaurant, some even went out for a drink to celebrate.
With Robin’s abdication, the wave of opposition slowly dissipated. However, the numerous officers and soldiers of St. Sunday were driven to madness, particularly Theresa Lindsay. She rushed to the mansion where Robin lived, but Jeff Reczek was guarding the entrance.
“General Jeff, we want to see the War God,” Theresa Lindsay insisted.
“The War God has said he will see no one,” Jeff Reczek replied.
“We want to see the War God, we want to vindicate him. Why, why should the higher-ups suppress us? We’re on the frontline. We also want to save those people, but can we? If we save them, St. Sunday will collapse. Aren’t the numerous citizens of St. Sunday also civilians? This is a plot, a plot by Walton Myers,” Logan Garcia, full of resentment, roared.
He wanted to go in, but Jeff Reczek blocked them: “The War God said, no one can see him.”
“General Jeff,” Reese Daniels arrived, his eyes red.
They had also received the news that Robin had abdicated as War God at this crucial time. They understood why Robin had prevented them from going forward to save those people – because those people were bait. If they went to save them, the soldiers from all directions would launch a total attack.
At that time, St. Sunday would fall, and if St. Sunday fell, South Province would fall, and if South Province fell, Kisia would not be protected.
So, they couldn’t save them.
But it was too unfair that all the infamy was placed on Robin alone.
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