“Alright!”
After a full minute, Walton Myers finally let out a breath and chose the east side.
“Yes, sir!” His men immediately carried out the orders. A force of 100, 000 Destruction Cavalry blocked the east, directly facing the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry.
Upon receiving this news, a smile appeared on Ron’s face. Finally he didn’t have to deal with this garbage team anymore. He immediately ordered, “Dillon James, take 5, 000 men and destroy the Red Flames here. The rest come with me to kill Reese Daniels.”
“Yes, sir!” Dillon James obeyed.
Ron took Lang and 50, 000 troops and left.
After Ron’s departure, Dillon James looked pitifully at the Red Flames, a gleam of ridicule in his eyes. “The mighty Dillon James reduced to destroying you lot. It really is an honor for you. All troops, press forward!”
The army gradually advanced.
“Flee, flee for your lives!” The Red Flames were so frightened they knew not what to do.
Seeing themselves surrounded on all sides, they scrambled towards the river. As long as they crossed over, they could live. Just get across the river and live.
The Red Flames desperately swam towards the opposite bank, scrambling and shoving to swim with all their might.
Staying meant certain death.
Just then, a voice rang out near Theresa Lindsay.
“Are you willing to spend your whole lives as deserters?”
These words halted the Red Flames’ actions. Deserters – that humiliating label that ruined lives.
What could they say when asked what they did on the battlefield? How could they face their children in the future?
“Have you forgotten why you came here? To serve your country, quell the rebellion, drive out the enemy, protect your people, defend your loved ones, show your parents you are no coward or deserter?”
Every word penetrated the soldiers’ ears.
They stopped but did not turn back.
Just then a huge wave in the river swept them back to shore. One strong swimmer also got pushed back. He laughed bitterly, “Can’t cross. The river is too wide and strong. One wave sweeps us back. If we force it we’ll just become targets. We’ll die one by one.”
Die. Targets. No way out.
Despair flickered in the Red Flames’ eyes. No way out. Couldn’t cross the river. Surrounded on all sides. They were doomed.
Doomed!
“Damn it all! If I’m doomed then so be it! My mother said to fight properly, not desert. How can I face her as a deserter? If I’m going to die, I’ll take a couple South Landers down with me!”
“Yeah, no way out except death! I’ll take two down with me!”
“I can’t let my son know his father was a deserter.”
“I swore before marching that I’d hack these South Land dogs to pieces. Today I’ll finally fulfill that vow!”
“If death is certain, I won’t just let them slaughter me.”
“Brothers, this is our last stand! I want to prove one thing – that we Red Flames are no cowards or deserters. I’ll die taking one of them with me!”
“We are not deserters or cowards!”
“We are not deserters or cowards!”
“We are not deserters or cowards!”
In that moment, driven to desperation, the Red Flames ignited with deadly intent – to take the enemy down even if it meant death. Like wolves forced into a corner, they began fighting viciously.
The Red Flames were not without strength, only lacked training and could not adapt to this battlefield. But when they finally overcame their fear and exploded with full power in the face of death, the Red Flames were no longer lambs but green-glowing vicious wolves.
“Red Flames is no deserter unit. Your most critical task is executing the decapitation plan,” said the man beside Theresa Lindsay as he parted his collar, revealing his face.
Primus!
Everyone was shocked. It was Primus Robin!
Indeed. Robin was not at St. Sunday, nor with the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, Northland Iron Riders, Mountland, or Lynix Legion. He was with the army everyone thought weakest.
“You are not deserters but the most honorable, Red Flames soldiers. From today onward, the Red Flames’ motto is ‘Fight to the death’. Red Flames, fight to the death!”
Thunderous roars rose from the Red Flames following Robin’s words.
“Red Flames, fight to the death!”
“Red Flames, fight to the death!”
“Red Flames, fight to the death!”
We are not deserters.
Primus says we are the most honorable.
“Red Flames, follow me to kill!” Robin led the charge.
Long sword in hand, Theresa Lindsay with her halberd on his left, Logan Garcia with a spear on his right. Behind them, three thousand Red Flames.
Today, Robin would create an unprecedented legend with these weakest three thousand Red Flames – three thousand Red Flames could destroy South Land!
“Kill!” The Red Flames charged.
Dillon James only smirked, “These Red Flames dare to charge us at the last moment. Gutsy, but purely suicidal. Come, watch me exter… exter…”
He choked on his words as shock filled his eyes. “How… how is this possible… how can it be… It’s Kisia Primus… how can it be him…”
He recognized the man leading the Red Flames.
Every South Land soldier knew him.
Kisia Primus!
That fearsome existence was now before him.
Then a sword flashed and Dillon James’ screams rang out, “No!”
He tried to block but it was futile. The sword passed through and he fell with eyes wide open in death, unable to understand how Kisia Primus could be here.
“Red Flames, die!”
Some South Land soldiers who hadn’t noticed the leader stabbed out with their spears at the Red Flames. In the past, they would have collapsed in fear without being stabbed.
But this time, that Red Flame grabbed the spear, drew his blade across the soldier’s neck, blood splattering his face. Yet he only laughed wildly, “Primus said we’re not bait. We’re the main force!”
“Red Flames, kill!”