Chapter 465 Red Flames, the Soul of an Army!

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

Logan Garcia revealed a smile. “Sis, well done.”
From an age perspective, Theresa Lindsay was indeed Logan Garcia’s sister. From a bloodline perspective, the Lindsay family and Garcia family of the previous generation had intermarried, so Theresa Lindsay was still Logan Garcia’s distant cousin.
However, Logan Garcia had never called Theresa Lindsay “Sis” before. This was because he felt that Theresa Lindsay was a girl and he was a boy. Since he was young, he always felt that boys should protect girls. So he had always wanted to take on the role of a brother.
Just like when he previously wanted to help Theresa Lindsay slay the deserters.
But now, he felt that Theresa Lindsay was capable of being his sister. Hence this address of “Sis”.
“Commander, the enemy has retreated.”
The people from the third team came to report.
Everyone turned their heads to look. They discovered that the South Land soldiers had indeed begun to retreat.
“Red Flames, we are not deserters. Primus gave us this name. So we should be like raging flames, not constantly retreating and cowering. What Red Flames would do that? Red Flames, all troops listen up, pursue and kill them!”
“Yes!”
Furious roars rang out across the entire valley.
Red Flames, we are not deserters.
We will be like blazing flames, burning fiercely.
At this moment, all the soldiers were stirred by Theresa Lindsay’s words, aroused to action. Then, under Theresa Lindsay’s lead, the fifty thousand Red Flames madly pursued the enemy.
Theresa Lindsay was at the very front. She was apprehensive in her heart. At this moment, she didn’t care if they were charging to their deaths.
Even if it was a suicide charge, they would still go out in a dignified and majestic manner!
Red Flames.
We are Red Flames, the name bestowed by Primus.
Kill!
The South Land army, on the other hand, were somewhat puzzled. They just sneered, “What is the meaning of this? This broken army can’t even march in proper formation. And yet, and yet they are actually, they are actually charging back!”
“Are they looking to die? What are they thinking!”
“Come on, let me lop off all their heads with one slash.”
Seeing the Red Flames chasing up to them, these South Land soldiers were instead extremely excited. They hadn’t been like this previously. But after one battle, they discovered these Kisia soldiers simply didn’t have the right to call themselves soldiers. Calling them soft-legged shrimp was more apt. Their hands even shook when holding their blades.
At that time, they had laughed until their stomachs hurt. They had never seen such an army before.
Too weak!
Previously, they had killed many. According to rewards for achievements, they had struck it rich. They had even wanted to kill some more. But an order came from above for them to retreat, although they were not allowed to engage the enemy.
This left them salivating.
The heads of these soft-legged shrimp were money waiting to be claimed!
It left them simmering with dissatisfaction.
But now things were good. The enemy had caught up and they could finally counterattack.
The commanding officer frowned. The orders from above were to retreat urgently and they could not delay here. He immediately gave the order: “One-third of the men stay behind to hold them off. The rest continue retreating.”
One-third was eight thousand.
Eight thousand men blocking this rabble that could hardly be called an army was sufficient.
The orders were quickly passed down.
One-third of the South Land army stayed behind, their faces filled with excitement. They even called out to the South Land soldiers who were retreating: “Hahaha! The heads of these soft-legged shrimp are ours!”
“I’m going to strike it rich!”
“Don’t be envious of us!”
One South Land soldier guffawed loudly.
But before he could finish laughing, a fangtian huaji flew out and just happened to land on his neck. With its sharpness, it sent his head flying off. Only then did Theresa Lindsay’s furious roar sound out.
“Go f*ck your envy!” Red Flames, kill them!
Theresa Lindsay cursed.
This was very different from her usual image.
But at this moment, it caused the entire Red Flames army to become excited. We are Red Flames, we are a burning blaze. We are Red Flames, kill!
“Kill!”
A heaven-shaking roar. The fifty thousand Red Flames poured forth like hornets from a disturbed nest. Kill!
“Damn soft-legged shrimp!”
One South Land soldier bellowed loudly.
But a Red Flames soldier stabbed a long spear into his chest. He then spat and scolded: “Soft-legged shrimp your mother!”
“Damn your mother!”
“Go f*ck your envy!”
“Kill!”
Similar scenes played out across the battlefield. The Red Flames had been provoked to rage. They were not without fighting capacity. Every single one was selected from over a million people in St. Sunday, and each had combat ability.
They simply hadn’t killed anyone before or faced such a sight.
But at this moment, they were like fierce tigers pouncing, roaring through the forest.
“Kill!”
Theresa Lindsay’s fangtian huaji was like Primus descending to the mortal realm, majestic and extraordinary. She roared furiously: “Kill these South Land men, drive them out of Kisia’s land. This is not where you belong!”
“Kill!”
More furious roars echoed.
The eight thousand South Land troops had thought facing these soft-legged shrimp would be easy. They had all harbored thoughts of earning reward money. But the instant they clashed, they discovered these were not soft-legged shrimp at all.
These were savage tigers!
The eight thousand South Land troops were crushed as easily as rotted wood before the onslaught of the fifty thousand Red Flames. After all, even if the Red Flames were treated as only five thousand men instead of fifty thousand, eight thousand would have been enough to hold them off.
But who could have expected things to turn out like this!
The retreating contingent soon sensed the earth shaking beneath them.
The commanding officer frowned. What was going on? Just then, a scout returned to report: “Reporting in, the rear has been lost. The enemy has caught up.”
“What!”
The commander grabbed the scout, eyes wide open: “What nonsense are you spouting? What are their combat abilities, and what combat ability do those soft-legged shrimp have? You’re telling me our troops lost?”
“And it’s only been five minutes! Even if it was eight thousand pigs, it’d take more than five minutes to slaughter them all.
“Yet you’re now telling me we’ve lost the position?”
The commander was bellowing furiously.
Lost the position.
How was that possible!
That was eight thousand South Land troops. Not something those Kisia soldiers could compare with. He had even been envisioning the scene of those eight thousand South Land troops massacring all fifty thousand Kisia soldiers. Even if they couldn’t annihilate them, they should have been able to hold them off.
How could they have lost!
Those were his soldiers!
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
Just then, the sounds resembling earthquakes rang out one after another, seemingly sky and earth collapsing. Everyone looked to the rear, some fearful, some incredulous. Then, a woman covered in the enemy’s fresh blood, riding a horse and wielding a long spear, charged out.
Behind her was Logan Garcia.
Further back was a tide of people, dense as a steel torrent, inspiring terror.
In everyone’s eyes blazed the fires of war.
Killing intent soared to the heavens.
“Red Flames, display the might of Kisia, kill!”
Theresa Lindsay roared furiously, shaking the earth.
The commander watched this scene, stunned speechless. The scout said, “See, I didn’t lie right?”