“Mosquitoes are also a kind of insect,” Dylan Harding slowly crouched down and said.
“Originally… I…” The man gasped for breath, but he died knowing how. A mosquito had targeted him. He had been too focused on watching the ground and hadn’t noticed the flying mosquito.
In normal thinking, a mosquito bite isn’t a big deal. But Allie’s mosquito was no ordinary mosquito. It was deadly.
Soon, Allie emerged, dressed in a veil, a mask on her face, two strings of bells in her hand, her figure light as she walked on the leaves as if they were nothing at all.
“Why, don’t you want me to see your face?” Dylan Harding glanced at her from the side.
Allie didn’t answer him. She didn’t like this man. He looked decent and sunny, but he was a genuine villain, betraying his family, scheming against loyal family members, and showing no mercy. She didn’t like him, even though they were on the same side for now.
“Don’t worry, no matter how villainous I am, I now have to call Primus ‘my lord’. I am no longer the real Dylan Harding,” Dylan Harding squinted his eyes, giving a feeling of spring breeze, just like before.
But now, after the last incident, Dylan Harding’s disguise was more proficient, which made her more uncomfortable.
“After this, I will be sidelined. After all, the Harding family in Mountland has been wiped out. But I am waiting for Primus to kill the heirs of the Harding family so that I can climb higher and tightly bite down on the giant Harding family,” Dylan Harding turned his head and left the jungle. It was the only thing he could do for Primus.
Allie also returned. Her abilities were not suitable for large-scale battles. There were not so many poisonous insects outside, and even if there were, they couldn’t handle so many people, so she could only stay in the city.
Robin’s task for her was to stabilize the internal affairs of Mountland. This task was also very important.
The countdown to the big battle was just one hour away. At this moment, it was already dusk, the sky was gloomy, it seemed silent, but many people from Kisia and South Land couldn’t sleep this night. This battle was a matter of life and death for their countries.
On the city wall.
Lee Berger was sitting there, staying awake all night, neither needing nor daring to sleep. Holding a large curved knife, he sat there, his body radiating a shocking momentum, telling everyone that Lee Berger was here.
“General, the enemy is attacking the east end of the city, and it’s their main force.”
A scout arrived, covered in blood. After saying this, he fell down, his body full of wounds. He had come to report with his last breath. The enemy not only launched an attack ahead of time, but also used a large force at the last wall of their city, intending to win in one fell swoop, not wanting to wait even for a day, attacking Mountland directly.
If they broke through ahead of time, their chances of winning would be higher. The enemy had experts in attacking cities.
But he, sent by Mr. Berger to Mountland to defend the city wall, was not an easy target. His specialty was defending cities.
“Prepare the troops, go up.”
Lee Berger sat in place, did not leave, but gave an order.
“Yes.”
A deputy immediately went down.
At the two ends, he had arranged the most reserve soldiers, just to prevent this situation. But this was just an appetizer. Soon, a big fire broke out under the eastern end of the city wall.
Underground, he had buried a lot of fuel. Lots and lots of fuel. Once the fire went down, the South Land soldiers under the east end, who were numerous, immediately heard screams one after another. They might not be afraid of bullets, but they were afraid of fire.
And fire soaked in fuel cannot be easily extinguished.
Just like that, the South Land soldiers retreated. The first wave of attack was repelled.
However, Lee Berger did not feel triumphant, but his face became even more serious, because he knew that the entire attack was coming soon, and this was just a probing attack.
In the South Land camp.
“The man defending the city does have some skills.”
A strategist said in the camp.
They hadn’t expected to take the city in the first attack, but they also hadn’t expected to be so embarrassed. A hundred thousand soldiers surged up and nearly ten thousand were lost.
Too embarrassing.
However, that’s how sieges work.
They had more people, but it didn’t necessarily mean they had the advantage. But compared to St. Sunday, this Mountland, the city wall was temporarily built by Dylan Harding, not as high, not as wide, and not as strong.
And there wereno natural defenses.
So, although the start of the siege of Mountland was quite embarrassing, everyone believed that within half a day, St. Sunday could be breached.
“It’s just a small trick. In the face of our 400, 000 troops, how many can they resist? General Myers, I request a full-scale attack. Swift action in war is precious. We need to break through Mountland as soon as possible,” another strategist said.
However, Walton Myers asked, “Have there been any traces of Kisia Primus?”
“Subordinate, I have not been able to find any traces,” the Iron Eagles’ commander reported to Walton Myers. He wanted to say it was as if Primus had disappeared.
“No, no,” Walton Myers frowned, looking at the map in front of him, “Where has this Robin gone, what is he planning to do? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
A conspiracy. There must be a conspiracy.
But Walton Myers couldn’t see where Robin’s target was, what his purpose was. This was worrying.
“General Myers, swift action in war is precious,” the strategist below kept saying.
But Walton Myers didn’t speak for a long time, only after a while did he raise his head and say, “The whole army attacks.”
“Yes.”
The generals under him left.
Attack with the entire army.
What the strategist said was correct, swift action in war is precious. The current situation doesn’t allow him to think too much. Furthermore, no matter what Robin is planning, he has a trump card.
Benson Laydon’s Destruction Cavalry.
Once Mountland is broken through, all conspiracies and tricks will be useless.
Everything can be broken.
So, the current priority is to attack the city with the whole army, at any cost, this St. Sunday must be breached.
“Attack!”
Hoo!
Hoo!
Hoo!
The sound of the horn echoed, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in the sleeping earth, shocking all the people on this land, whether they were beggars on the street, bun sellers, officials, or those in the Central Tower.
Everyone looked towards the south.
Their faces were serious.
Because they knew, the real decisive battle had begun.
Then, everyone closed their eyes, chanting in their hearts.
“Victory to Kisia!”
“Victory to Kisia!”
“Victory to Kisia!”