On the city walls of Mountland.
Master Lewis was here, wearing a full set of armor to protect himself. Although it made him look pretentious, with his thin beard and aged face, his fading yet strong back gave him an air of a great general.
“Uncle.”
A middle-aged officer led some soldiers over and called out to Master Lewis.
This officer called Master Lewis “Uncle”. He was Lee Berger, Mr. Berger’s son, no longer young at over forty years old. But Master Lewis was over seventy, so it was appropriate for Lee to call him Uncle. Mr. Berger had sent him here to defend Mountland due to his combat experience.
“Lee.”
Master Lewis looked at Lee Berger, a glint of affection in his eyes.
He had no successors.
His brother’s son was like his own son to him.
“Uncle, what are you doing here on the front line? Your health is poor, let me guard this place.” Lee Berger looked at Master Lewis with concern. His body really couldn’t take it anymore.
Unlike Mr. Berger who was still vigorous from years of military life, he even had trouble walking now.
“The situation has taken a turn for the worse.”
Master Lewis told Lee Berger about the matter. Lee’s face darkened, “Murdering civilians is going too far. Our army has never massacred South Land’s civilians before. This Walton Myers, how dare he! This rascal dared!”
“Lee, can you hold out for a day?” Master Lewis looked to Lee Berger again.
“One day, half a day will be difficult.” Lee Berger said with some effort.
Although he was the best at defensive warfare, half a day would truly be difficult. Mountland was not as easy to defend as St. Sunday. The walls were low, and a normal assault could overwhelm them.
Moreover, their side was outnumbered, only 60, 000, and not all elite soldiers either. The enemy however had 500, 000 troops, a true 500, 000 strong elite army.
Holding out would be extremely difficult.
“But Primus’ order was to defend for one full day, not half a day.” Master Lewis sighed.
“One full day is too difficult.” Lee Berger said with some effort.
It really was too difficult.
“Alas, if you can defend for four hours, I will think of something for the rest. I wanted to make one last stand at the end when we could no longer hold out, but it seems I’ve lost that chance now.” Master Lewis lamented, then headed to another part of the city walls.
Watching Master Lewis’ hunched fading figure, Lee suddenly felt as if the sun was setting over a mountain. He wanted to say something, but in the end kept silent. There was nothing to be said.
Today’s battle concerned not just one person’s life or death, but the life or death of the entire Kisia.
He had no right to speak.
“Brothers, listen, today’s battle concerns the survival of the entire Kisia. Perhaps you don’t understand the concept of all of Kisia, it’s too distant for you. But I tell you, behind this Mountland are your wives and children. We’ve received word that the enemy has formed a cavalry called the Destruction Cavalry to massacre cities.”
“If we cannot hold this place, your fathers will be killed. Your wives and children, perhaps they won’t die, but they will be taken away, living a life of darkness worse than death.”
“Brothers, think, is this what you want?”
“Say it loudly, tell me, is this what you want?”
Lee Berger turned around to look at the soldiers on the city walls, roaring loudly.
“No, no!”
The soldiers’ eyes turned red.
Massacre!
This was an unforgivable word that would drive them to desperation.
Behind them were their loved ones, their families. Even if it meant death, they would block the way. Now they roared as one, “We swear to defend Mountland to the death, we will not let a single person through.”
Roaring.
Roaring to the heavens.
Absolutely, absolutely no one will break through.
We swear it.
…
Southern battlefield.
At this time, Ron had arrived, bringing along his 50, 000 troops to meet with Jackie.
“Guilty General Jackie pays respect to General Ron.”
Thud. Jackie half knelt before Ron.
Although his rank was actually much lower than Ron’s, it didn’t require half kneeling, but because of General Myers behind Ron and also his own mistakes this time, he put down his pride and half knelt. He didn’t have the upper hand in this situation.
“Rise. General Myers saw your intelligence report and does not blame you.”
Ron sighed.
As Benson Laydon said earlier, they would not have fared much better in that situation either.
After Jackie stood up, Ron patted his shoulder, “From now on, we fight side by side. My task here is to guard the rear. Headquarters suspects there may be changes in the rear.”
Yes.
Changes.
There were too many Kisia troops in the rear – 40, 000 Red Flames, 50, 000 of Reese Daniels’ army, 40, 000 Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, plus another mysterious troop they had discovered.
Too many troops, especially that mysterious one.
They would either strike them, or strike the southern border.
Headquarters guessed a southern border strike was most likely – once broken through, South Land would be finished. But they had made full preparations at the southern border, stationed 100, 000 men there, plus their roving troop here.
Even if the southern border was really attacked, they could still hold out for two to three days. By then Mountland would have already fallen.
Kisia would be nearly finished as well.
Therefore, Ron and Jackie were not afraid if the enemy’s main force targeted the southern border. If that really happened, they would rejoice, because it would essentially signify their victory.
South Land’s victory.
“Yes.”
Jackie obeyed the order.
Ron was the third top general under Walton Myers, just a strategist who became a general by ability. With his arrival, he would naturally take command of this battle.
“The enemy has come to provoke us again.”
Just then, another soldier came to report.
Jackie smiled awkwardly, “That’s the Red Flames. They’re like chewing gum, constantly provoking us. We were still searching for Reese Daniels’ troops so didn’t bother with them, but they would charge us from time to time.”
“Oh?”
Ron stroked his chin, “The real and the fake, the true and the false. We’ll know by testing.”
“Lang.”
“Here.”
Behind him was a long-haired, somewhat disheveled man who looked like he hadn’t tidied up in decades. But his eyes were like those of a starving wolf on the grasslands.
“Lang, take 3, 000 men to hunt down the provoking Red Flames.”
Ron ordered.