Chapter 461 Leaving the City

Book:The Warlord Is Back Published:2024-5-31

The wind blew bleakly, carrying a hint of the smell of blood.
Theresa Lindsay and Logan Garcia stood on the city wall, Logan Garcia holding a steel gun, wearing a set of shabby armor covered in blood stains, his face also growing some stubble, giving Logan Garcia a touch of mature weariness.
“Scared?”
Theresa Lindsay looked outside, at the land full of ravines and covered in fresh blood.
She had already told Logan Garcia about the mission.
It was a suicidal mission.
They could not hide. They had to be exposed from start to finish.
As for why it was them, it was simple, they were new recruits, and many were students, not very old, with the lowest fighting abilities, so some people had to lure the enemy, be sacrificed, it was most worthwhile to sacrifice them.
From the grand perspective, at this moment, they were the least valuable.
“Not afraid.”
Logan Garcia shook his head, then squeezed the steel gun, “My mother died giving birth to me with difficulty, she often said before she died, a man born between heaven and earth, how could he live on his knees, die on his feet, our Pei family, is willing to make our last effort for this great battle.”
Boom boom boom.
Below, the city gates opened, Reese Daniels led a batch of strong and elite veterans out of the city, but when leaving the city, Reese Daniels looked back at Theresa Lindsay, and said something.
“Take care.”
“You too.”
Theresa Lindsay also replied.
Once they left, no one knew what would happen, whether they would have a chance to meet again, perhaps in the next second, Reese Daniels would still be alive, and the next second he would die without burial.
Or perhaps the next second, it would be Theresa Lindsay who died.
No one knew.
But they were all on the path to defending Kisia, with no regrets.
After Reese Daniels’s troops left, Theresa Lindsay slowly returned to the assembly area, looking at the young faces, these were all her soldiers, many of whom were still university students, but this time, they had abandoned their pens and came to the battlefield.
Many people also knew that once they left, they might not come back.
“Have you all finished writing your last words?”
Theresa Lindsay looked at these people and said softly.
“I’ve written it and given it to the logistics officer, if something happens to me, send it to my mother, I still have a younger brother at home, don’t worry about our family line dying out.” A bald man who looked like a sports student said.
“I’ve finished writing too, I’m an only child, but my dad said, this battle is dangerous, don’t be cowardly.”
“I’m not afraid.”
Many new recruits said in succession.
Some had felt fear at first, after all, they were still students in peaceful times just a few days ago, just fooling around students, they could still defend on the city walls, but going out of the city to confront the enemy made them afraid.
But slowly they were carried away by this momentum, all became passionate, and their morale rose.
“Everyone, our name is Red Flames, so we cannot lose Red Flames’ face. If anyone deserts on the battlefield, I will kill him first, I hope no one dies by my hand.”
“Red Flames, come with me!”
Theresa Lindsay shouted, and she also led the troops out of the city.
These fifty thousand new recruits were about to experience the first battle in their lives, also the most difficult battle in their lives.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
This troop was setting out, and on the city wall, Maclean Lyons watched this scene with a complex expression, then Rose walked over, her face also extremely complicated, both silent for a long time.
Finally Rose said, “The trump card is Jeff Reczek? He left the city, led the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry out?”
Jeff Reczek had also left the city.
He led neither Theresa Lindsay’s troops nor Reese Daniels’s troops.
These two troops were not qualified for Primus’s top general Jeff Reczek to lead, the only one qualified for him to lead was the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry outside, although they had lost more than half, but with Jeff Reczek they were still strong in combat.
“I don’t know.”
Maclean Lyons shook his head, “Primus didn’t tell me about this plan. I really want to go out and fight with them, I’m a soldier, and they’re still children, Theresa Lindsay, Logan Garcia, Reese Daniels, they’re still young, it should be us charging into battle, not them. But Primus has ordered, so I must guard this St. Sunday.”
“St. Sunday is also very important, I cannot be negligent in the slightest.”
Maclean Lyons sounded complicated.
But he knew Primus’s decision was right, letting the two of them lead those two troops was the best way to maximize combat power, one was St. Sunday’s second best warrior, the other was the son of the Lord of the South, both had tremendous prestige.
As for him, he was not suitable.
“Aguda led the thirty thousand Punishment Legion out of the city too, but will this troop really take action against South Land? Those are their countrymen, if you let them go, won’t that be letting the tiger return to the mountain?”
Rose lamented.
She and Maclean Lyons now jointly controlled the entire St. Sunday, and knew the forces of St. Sunday like the backs of their hands. She knew Punishment Legion had left the city, but she was full of doubts about the combat effectiveness of this troop.
“Who knows.”
Maclean Lyons shrugged, then waved his hand, pointing to the distance, “I think Primus’s goal is the southern border, then to capture Lord Whiteford alive, General Jeff leading the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry is for this purpose. But if Primus’s plan is so easily seen through by me, then we will undoubtedly lose this battle, South Land has more capable people than me, not just one.”
Maclean Lyons added, “When I try to see through this battle situation again, I find I don’t understand, illusory and real, true and false, I don’t even know where Primus is now. However, this ignites a glimmer of hope in me.”
The South Land army was too big.
Six hundred thousand.
Even with reinforcements from the North, the four major borders could not be moved, at most the military forces of each region could be mobilized, but even if they were mobilized, how many could be assembled, at most two hundred thousand.
Moreover, they were not elite troops.
The elite troops were all at the four major borders.
If they came down, they could only slightly raise the already pathetically low odds of winning.
This battle was despairing.
But because of Primus, it gave everyone hope, a miracle in desperation, grasping a thread of possibility in a sliver of chance.
“Maybe.”
Rose smiled beautifully in the sunlight, captivating the surrounding patrolling soldiers who couldn’t take their eyes off her. Then she looked towards the northwest, where her daughter had set off.
Rose said, “I can’t see through either, maybe my daughter’s troop will be the main force. My precious daughter, if you are the main force, avenge your father, kill Walton Myers, kill the Emperor of South Land.”
Of course, she was just saying it.
Maclean Lyons also shook his head, not bothering with a mother’s wish for her daughter, but immediately focused and ordered: “Everyone, be extremely vigilant these days, don’t let a single mosquito fly in.”
“Yes sir!”
The soldiers obeyed the order.