“Master Lewis… Master Lewis!”
All the soldiers on the city wall widened their eyes in shock.
Master Lewis was dead!
Master Lewis was dead!
Master Lewis was not like a domineering figure of the martial world, but more like a bandit leader – very righteous, cared about camaraderie, bold, and authoritative. He was the boss they had always followed.
But now the boss was dead.
The boss was dead.
“Kill! Avenge Master Lewis!” someone roared, eyes bloodshot as he stabbed towards the South Land soldiers with a spear.
One, two, three… Then all the soldiers followed, their rage ignited in this moment at Master Lewis’ death.
Before this, Master Lewis had told Lee Berger that he would hold the line for the final hour. This was why – his prestige was high and his relationship with the soldiers deep. Once he died, the soldiers would not scatter, but be enraged!
Rage to the heavens!
And this rage to the heavens would slaughter the enemy troops. Master Lewis believed in his soldiers. No, for bandits, they were not soldiers but brothers.
In an instant, a shocking killing intent erupted on the city wall.
The large force that had advanced with Rawdan Jefferson was beaten back again, suffering disastrous casualties. But in the pile of corpses, Rawdan Jefferson slowly crawled up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes showed traces of fear. “Old bastard, almost died.”
He had not died.
He was still young and strong. Even taking a hammer blow, he had stubbornly survived. But he was also severely injured. If Master Lewis had been a few years younger, that strike would have killed him for sure.
But in the end, he was too old.
Rawdan Jefferson did not go up again. William Anderson, the Sword of South Province, was still there severely injured. Going up now would be seeking death, so he left his weapon behind, clutching his chest as he slowly walked back, in a miserable state.
“Failed again,” Benson Laydon said softly in a camp near the main base, a complex look in his eyes. He had lost count of how many times they had failed. The original plan was to take the city in half a day, but who could have expected…
There was still half an hour until a full day had passed.
These people had stubbornly withstood them.
But looking at the battered city wall and the sparse soldiers, Benson Laydon knew it would soon be his turn. This farce was about to end.
Half an hour later.
A soldier collapsed on the ground, saying hoarsely, “General… ten hours… ten hours… Only you and me left on the city wall. No… General… I can’t go on… But the mission is complete…”
After saying this, the soldier let out a miserable laugh and breathed his last.
An arrow shaft protruded from his chest, having pierced his heart. He was killed by Caleb Laydon.
“Yes, now it’s just me left,” Lee Berger muttered as he also slid to the ground, looking absent. Just him alone now, all the soldiers on the wall were dead. Each soldier had taken at least one South Land soldier down with them.
They had not lost face.
The mission was complete.
“Father, the mission is complete, but uncle is gone. I couldn’t fulfill the promise to you. But don’t worry, I will go down and take good care of uncle for you. You two quarreled for a lifetime, I’ll go down and reconcile you two.”
Lee Berger leaned against a pillar, murmuring to himself.
The South Land soldiers came up again.
But this time, there was no one left to resist them.
“I can take you away,” William Anderson said from the side. He was also injured, an arrow shaft sticking out of his arm. Caleb Laydon’s arrows were too fierce, unavoidable. To protect Lee Berger, William Anderson had used his arm to block an arrow.
Lee Berger turned his head to look at William Anderson. He was very grateful to William Anderson. William Anderson was a swordsman who traveled the world with his sword. Yet he had used his hand to block an arrow for him.
Perhaps that arrow would have crippled William Anderson’s hand.
For a swordsman, a crippled hand was fatal.
Yet William Anderson had still blocked it for him.
Very decisively.
So he was truly grateful to William Anderson. He felt that William Anderson was worthy of the title of Grandmaster.
“Thank you,” Lee Berger said weakly. But then seeming to use his last bit of strength, he pushed himself up from the ground. “This is a soldier’s duty. You are not a soldier, please leave. I still have to accompany my brothers to complete this final journey. Even though I’ve only known them for a few days, I remember all their names…”
“I won’t lose face for my uncle. Thank you, please leave,” he said harshly, telling William Anderson to go.
William Anderson’s expression was complicated. He knew Lee Berger’s tone was because he wanted him to leave. What was left could not be undone. Lee Berger wanted to stay, but he did not need to stay any longer.
He had come to help.
He did not need to walk this last stretch.
William Anderson went to the edge of the city wall and looked down. Lee Berger had already rushed down, covered in blood, like a madman waving a long sword and shouting, “Come on, damn South Land soldiers! As long as I, Lee Berger, am here, don’t even think about entering Mountland!”
Everyone looked at Lee Berger with complex expressions.
But the South Land side could not bother with Lee Berger right now. Their priority was opening the gates to kill their way into the city and win this battle.
“Open the city gates!” someone shouted.
The soldiers who had entered Mountland were already opening the massive gates, slowly pulling them up.
“No!” Lee Berger wanted to stop them but Rawdan Jefferson sent him flying with a swing of his big hammer. Rawdan Jefferson’s face was fierce as he said, “You’re out of chances. The southern border still hasn’t fallen. We South Land have won this battle.”
“Enter the city!” Rawdan Jefferson roared.
The South Land soldiers prepared to enter the city and carry out a massacre.
To vent their frustration.
They would use this to vent.
The general had promised them that if Mountland fell, they could loot and slaughter as they pleased for three days. And for them, those three days in Mountland would be heaven.
Everyone’s gazes were fixed on the slowly rising city gates.
They couldn’t wait any longer.
But the next second, when the gates rose high enough to reveal the inside, every South Land soldier was shocked stiff. Because inside were soldiers wearing white headscarves, eyes red, hands gripping long spears, erupting with powerful auras, fully armed and equipped.
“Kill them! Brothers, the time for revenge is here!”
The man leading them no longer had the look of a local ruffian, but wore armor and wielded a huge sword, his voice shaking the heavens. He had wanted to rush out before, but Primus had ordered them to wait 10 full hours!
Now, the time had come.
Kill!