Chapter 268 Crush
Chapter 268 Crush
The cold winter rain fell continuously like wisps of silk. The guards guarding the city kept rubbing their hands to keep warm and mumbling to themselves. It was unclear whether they were cursing the weather, their bad luck, or some inhuman superior.
But no matter which one they were, they couldn't hide their resentment towards the weather.
Winter is cold already, and it becomes even colder when it rains and is humid. This coldness is not only reflected in the weather, but also in the penetrability of the air.
The chill really penetrates into the bones.
"Will anyone really attack the city in this weather with the undead?" A guard trembled his legs and tightened his clothes.
"Who knows?" The companion blew a breath into his hand. "If those nobles say there is, then there is. We are lucky. At least we have a place to shelter from the rain. Those who serve as scouts in the wild will suffer."
"That's right." The guard felt a little better when he thought that there were people who were more unlucky than them.
People’s joys and sorrows are not the same, and happiness is sometimes determined by comparison.
After a while, the guard with better hearing suddenly turned around and asked his companion: "Did you hear the thunder?"
"It's thundering, that's impossible?" His companion looked up at the sky. Although thunder is normal in winter rain, it is generally very rare. He has only seen it once in his more than 20 years of life since he could remember.
"Wait, that doesn't seem to be thunder." The guard put his hands on his ears to increase his receptive range.
Rumble, rumble, boom!
The guard's eyes suddenly widened. It was the sound of horse hooves!
The guard immediately ran out from under the eaves, came to the city wall, stared into the distance with wide eyes, and then saw a golden light appearing from the end of the distant road like a tide.
This is definitely not their army!
The guards immediately recognized the problem because there were too many people.
After realizing this problem, the guards also came up with the answer. It was the enemy their commander had mentioned, the Yinglong Army!
"Enemy attack!" the guard immediately screamed at the top of his lungs.
The next second, the sound of war drums quickly spread from one point to another, echoing throughout the entire city.
The well-equipped members of the regiment quickly climbed onto the city wall, and those with better eyesight observed the situation.
"What's going on? Where's the scout?" The leader of the Howling Axe Regiment, a burly man, looked at the captains below with a grim expression.
According to the arrangement, the first ones to receive the alarm could not be the ordinary guards on the city wall, but in fact they were the first to sound the alarm.
The question is, where are the scouts of the regiment? They were arranged at the outermost part to obtain intelligence as soon as possible, but now they have been preempted by the ordinary army.
The captains also looked innocent. They really had sent all the scouts out, but they had no idea why the scouts had not sent back any news.
At this moment, a Letter Owl flew over and landed on a captain. This Letter Owl was recognized by all members of the Letter Owl Regiment. It was the magical pet of a scout.
He is flying back now, probably to deliver information.
Seeing that the scout had sent back a message, the leader's face looked a little better. He asked the captain who had already opened the letter, "What information is written on it? How many enemies are there? Is there a mage group? What is the enemy's maximum combat power?"
The captain remained silent and just showed the letter silently. There was a code word written on the letter, which translated into - everything is normal.
After reading those words, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts, a chill even colder than this winter.
The enemy army has already come to attack us, how can everything be normal? !
It was obvious that the enemy had eliminated all of their scouts and even controlled them to pass back false intelligence.
How could this kind of ability not make them feel cold?
Taking a deep breath, the Howling Axe leader said, "Get ready, fight!"
"Yes!" The captains received the order.
But the archer in charge of observation swallowed his throat and said, "Captain, let's run away!" The captain of the Howling Axe had a dark face and picked up the archer with one hand: "Hank, do you want to die?"
"But we'll die if we stay, Captain!" The archer cried, "The enemy has more than 10,000 people, all of them professionals, and there are also large numbers of mages. I even saw magic cannons!"
When the archer said this, everyone present couldn't help but waver. They thought the gap was big, but they didn't expect it to be so big.
Ten thousand professionals, an organized mage corps, and magic cannons, even without high-level professionals, are enough to crush them ten times.
Not to mention that an army of this size must have high-level professionals in charge.
Dead!
This thought arose in everyone's mind.
Sensing the low morale, the Howling Axe Captain squeezed his hands, and with a sound of bones breaking, he actually crushed the archer to death on the spot.
"Those who shake the morale of the army should be killed! Deserters should be killed even more!"
Bang! The huge battle axe was propped on the ground, and the leader of the Howling Axe looked at the members of the regiment with red eyes, and the murderous aura was almost tangible.
Under the gaze of Captain Howling Axe, the captains felt goosebumps all over their bodies. They had no doubt about what the captain said and nodded quickly, indicating that they would never run away.
My Lord, this is all I can do.
The leader of the Howling Axe looked into the distance, raised his axe and roared, "Everyone, follow me out of the city to fight."
Defending the city is no longer a wise move because the opponent has a powerful weapon, the magic cannon.
Staying on the city wall, you'll just be a target.
The best way to achieve victory is to attack them when they are tired from the long journey and cause casualties in the chaos.
The reason why he was sure that the Yinglong Army would be tired was because it was already afternoon. Even if they took a break at noon, they would still be tired after running for three or four hours straight.
Soon the city gate opened, and all the members of the Howling Axe Regiment rode on earth dragons and rushed towards the Yinglong Army in the distance.
The distance between the two sides was rapidly narrowing, with only less than one thousand meters left.
This one-kilometer distance is just a matter of a few breaths for both sides.
The leader of the Howling Axe raised the axe in his hand.
The little giant who was charging in front of the Yinglong army also raised his sword.
Just as he was about to get close, the leader of the Howling Axe jumped up and slashed at the little giant with all his might.
Secret Skill: [Crying Soul Slash]
For a moment, the falling of the battle axe was accompanied by a shrill cry that struck people's souls directly.
But the little giant remained unmoved and slashed with his sword, like a huge mountain pressing down.
Pah! There was a sound similar to a watermelon being stepped on and bursting, followed by cries and screams. After a short while, they died down, leaving only the uniform and silent clatter of horse hooves.
After the army passed, not even a trace of blood was left, not to mention the members of the Howling Axe. Only the Yinglong Guards, who were more powerful in the center, understood where they had gone.
Gone to their bellies.
(End of this chapter)