Battle after battle ignited in this area. Bull’s death sparked the fury of these men, allowing them to push back the incoming South Land soldiers. Especially those in the same unit as Bull. They knew Bull was foolish, but did not expect him to be this foolish. However, they knew they would be the next Bull. Still, they felt they were not as foolish as him.
“Kill!”
Just as a wave of attacks had been repelled, South Land soldiers below organized yet another assault. They were willing to pay any cost to breach Mountland’s defenses. Lee Berger frowned as he observed the battlefield. The battle was growing increasingly dire.
However, danger arose not only in one area.
Ron found Reese Daniels’ army. As the third highest ranked in the South Land camp, Ron was quite capable himself. He eventually succeeded in surrounding Reese Daniels’ army in a valley.
Outside the valley, Ron stood and called out, “Reese Daniels, choose to surrender. If you do, the South Land King is willing to grant you high office and rich rewards. Anything you desire can be yours, as long as you ask.”
“Really?” Reese Daniels’ voice echoed from within.
“Naturally,” Ron affirmed.
“Then it’s settled. I want your South Land Emperor’s head. Bring it to me and I guarantee I will surrender,” Reese Daniels vowed loudly.
The South Land soldiers around him bristled with rage upon hearing this. The South Land Emperor’s head! He was their king! However, Ron waved his hand to quell their anger. Now was not the time to deal with these men. Reese Daniels had 50, 000 elite soldiers. Ron only had 50, 000 as well. A direct clash could easily end unfavorably. That could jeopardously prevent accomplishing other tasks.
Therefore, surrounding them would suffice. This contained the main force and prevented complications. Inside the valley, Reese Daniels was also racking his brains. They had fallen into Ron’s trap and were pinned in this valley. He believed if they tried to break through, his elite soldiers could fight their way out. But the casualties would be incredibly heavy. How could they possibly still complete their decapitation mission then?
“Ken, what should we do?” Reese Daniels looked to the veteran general Herman at his side. Even with a lifetime of war experience, Herman had still fallen into Ron’s trap this time, trapped in this valley.
“We can’t directly clash with them now. If we do, the losses will be too great and we won’t be able to complete our final mission. Our only hope now lies with the Red Flames. We need them to draw these forces away,” Herman stated, beyond caring about cruelty or otherwise.
They must get the Red Flames to lure Ron’s army away. Otherwise, they would never be able to break through, let alone complete their final decapitation orders. They did not know why they had been assigned this mission, but following orders was a soldier’s duty. Primus had commanded it, so they had to succeed even at the cost of their lives.
“But we can’t get out now. Scouts can’t even get out. Our only hope is if Theresa Lindsay knows of our plight and takes initiative to help draw them away,” Reese Daniels frowned. This was their sole hope.
Meanwhile, the Red Flames were also troubled. On a hillside, Theresa Lindsay and others were waiting.
“Report. Reese Daniels’ army is trapped in that valley, unable to get out,” a scout informed.
“Trapped. Damn,” the group cursed.
Things had gone badly. They had taunted and sacrificed themselves in pursuit of the South Land army. Although each time they suffered grievous casualties, the 50, 000 strong Red Flames now only had 30, 000 left. But as long as Reese Daniels’ army could get away, it was worth it.
Yet now, they were trapped. However, no one complained about their efforts being in vain as the army they tried to help was now stuck. There was no time for complaints now.
Theresa Lindsay looked north with furrowed brows. Despite the great distance, she could still see the bloody battle engulfing Mountland, as if all the spilt blood had coalesced into a crimson cloud hanging over the kingdom. Some of it had to be South Land blood. But there was definitely Mountland blood as well.
“We’re out of time,” Logan Garcia said. He saw it too.
It was too late.
“Move out,” Theresa Lindsay ordered. The Red Flames mobilized.
Soon, “Report. The Red Flames are charging towards us,” a scout informed Ron.
“Seeking death,” Lang scoffed from Ron’s side. The previous battle had shown him just how pathetic this army was. Aside from a few, most were useless troops. He was confident that with just 10, 000 men he could slaughter the Red Flames without leaving a single survivor.
He had not expected this army to actually dare charge at them. They were clearly asking for death.
“They’ve still got guts, knowing it’s death yet daring to pursue,” Ron mused. Then he commanded, “Lang, take 10, 000 men to hold this position. No need to chase, it’s meaningless. Reese Daniels is our primary concern.”
“Yes, sir,” Lang blocked the way with his men.
Soon, Theresa Lindsay led her army here. She was at the front, followed by Logan Garcia and the rest, 30, 000 strong. It looked like an impressive force, but most were barely soldiers.
“Theresa Lindsay, is it? I am Lang of South Land. Dare to fight me?” Lang challenged loudly.
“With pleasure,” Theresa Lindsay drew her halberd, seeming to slice the very sky as she charged at Lang.
Clang! Lang wore steel arm guards on his hands. They were exceptionally sturdy and blocked Lindsay’s halberd directly. For a wolf, its own claws were the real weapons.
Boom! Clang! The two exchanged blows back and forth. Lang’s bloodthirstiness grew heavier and he laughed maniacally, “What a fierce woman. Come, come!”
As the two fought intensely, their troops also clashed. But as Lang expected, the Red Flames were utterly routed, with 5 or 6 men no match for a single South Land soldier. Seeing this, anxiety flashed in Theresa’s eyes and she created an opening to call for retreat.
“Pull back!” If they didn’t withdraw now, it would be a total massacre.
The Red Flames immediately fled at top speed. Lang watched contemptuously. What a pathetic excuse for an army. Truly weak!
“Commander, shall we pursue?” a soldier asked.
“No, let them run. Our task is to hold this place,” Lang shook his head. Ron had ordered no chasing. Otherwise, he would have slaughtered them all.
Their army returned to the valley. Shortly after, a scout reported, “The Red Flames have bypassed us and are charging the main camp.”