In the main tent of South Land, Walton Myers suddenly said, “The Dragon Lock Formation has moved! This means their main force has appeared. Iron Eagles, keep a close eye on the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry to the west! Don’t let them get away!”
The Lynix Legion to the north had already been blocked off.
The Northland Legion to the east had also been blocked off.
The army led by Reese Daniels to the south had also been blocked off.
Now, only the raging Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry remained, still slaughtering its way here. Only Robin could make warriors like Jeff Reczek so loyal.
Everyone determined that Robin must be to the west.
Until a soldier hurriedly reported, “An army is madly charging at us from the south! Based on their banner, it’s the Red Flames led by someone who looks just like Kisia Primus!”
What!
Everyone in the tent was shocked.
One advisor grabbed the soldier’s collar and said, “How is that possible? Didn’t they only have a few men left?”
“Three thousand remain,” the soldier said with a wry smile.
But to the South Land army of 340, 000, three thousand men was indeed just a few. The advisor didn’t understand: “How dare they attack us? We have at least 130, 000-140, 000 men to the south!”
Even if Kisia Primus was unmatched in might, he was still just one man facing nearly 80, 000 elite South Land troops.
One person’s strength was limited after all.
The soldier gave another wry smile: “Most of our southern troops were sent to deal with Reese Daniels’s army. Only 60, 000 are left to hold off Red Flames. But these 60, 000 can’t stop Red Flames either. The enemy is slaughtering their way through, carving out a bloody path. Now only the 30, 000 armored troops guarding the main camp remain, but… but I’m afraid it won’t be enough…”
Only then did everyone recall that the bulk of their forces had been sent against Reese Daniels as bait.
“Damn it! So Reese Daniels’s army was just bait all along! And how can Red Flames possibly slaughter through 60, 000 men? That’s 60, 000 soldiers!” One general’s face was ugly.
To think that Reese Daniels’s army which they had destroyed was just bait, while the real main force was Red Flames!
“Do we still have hope? It’s just 3, 000 of them against our 30, 000,” one general said.
“Is there still a chance?” everyone fell silent at this question.
Was there still a chance? Against ordinary commanders, Red Flames’s suicide charge against their 30, 000 elite South Land troops would mean certain death. But Robin was no ordinary man.
He was a devil feared throughout the world!
“General Myers, let me go,” Rawdan Jefferson stood up now, having just returned and bandaged the wound Lynix’s blade left across his chest, which was still bleeding.
No one spoke. Could he hold them off? Even before he was injured, Rawdan Jefferson was no match for Kisia Primus, let alone now.
“Can Benson Laydon’s Destruction Cavalry be called back?” one advisor asked.
“The Dragon Lock Formation has already started. Those three armies are converging on our main camp, cutting off all our supply lines. The Destruction Cavalry can’t make it back now. Our only option is to repel Kisia Primus head-on. I will personally lead these 30, 000 men. I, Walton Myers, refuse to believe 30, 000 can’t defeat 3, 000!” Walton Myers’s eyes flashed fiercely.
They had fallen into the trap. So now he could only make a last stand, 30, 000 against 3, 000, Rawdan Jefferson against Logan Garcia, Walton Myers, South Land’s greatest general, against Robin, Kisia’s greatest general.
A head-on decisive battle.
30, 000 against 3, 000!
Soon, Walton Myers headed out, his generals following behind him, along with those 30, 000 soldiers. And facing them, an army charged over mightily, led by Robin at the front.
The blood-soaked Red Flames were killing their way here. Killing their way out from among 60, 000 South Land troops.
Red Flames!
Fight to the death!
“Robin, you are truly audacious to mobilize the Lynix Legion from the east and the Northland Cavalry from the north, even calling Max Berry over. Do you know, win or lose, with Lynix and Northland emptied, Kisia’s borders are vulnerable after this battle!” Walton Myers sat astride his horse, looking refined with long hair, a true scholar-general.
He was a Confucian general. But now Robin had forced him to this point.
“Without their aid, how could I destroy you, Walton Myers? As for after, I have my ways to ensure no border falls,” Robin said, gripping his three-foot longsword.
“What ways?” Walton Myers asked.
“No need to tell you. Walton Myers, you want to buy time don’t you? But today, no one can save you. Red Flames, charge with me!” Robin waved his longsword as the 3, 000 Red Flames roared as one.
“Charge!”
These 3, 000 Red Flames feared no death! All because Primus was before them, saying Red Flames were not deserters, but glory!
“Attack!” Walton Myers uttered a single word.
The soldiers behind him attacked as well. But unlike the frontal clash, 10, 000 of the 30, 000 were pulled back to hold off Red Flames, while the rest surrounded Robin, along with Walton Myers’s eighteen generals and Rawdan Jefferson!
Walton Myers knew clearly that Red Flames were just spineless shrimp, roused into a suicidal charge. But troops like these had a weakness – once their leader died, their morale would instantly collapse.
Yet Walton Myers had still miscalculated one thing – Red Flames had several fierce generals, including Theresa Lindsay, Logan Garcia, and Xie Zibin, all trained by prestigious martial families.
As a scholar, his expertise was strategy and orchestrating decisive victories from afar. He disdained individual martial power, believing no amount of personal strength could overcome being surrounded by an army. But he didn’t expect to face someone mighty in both strength and strategy – Robin.
“Primus, I’ll kill you!” Rawdan Jefferson charged out, heavy hammer raised. But then a flash of silver streaked by as a long spear stabbed at his throat. Rawdan Jefferson hastily retreated to dodge the blow.
“You’re not worthy to fight Primus! That day Primus spared you for me, Logan Garcia, to defeat you! I failed to kill you then, but today I will take your life!” Logan Garcia roared, silver spear in hand, like a white dragon chanting. He seemed mad as he charged at Rawdan Jefferson, for he knew – they had to win this battle!