Chapter 310 Fanaticism
Faced with the injured members of the "Eye of Achmar" wailing in pain, the combined mercenary teams of the two forces drew their swords without any discussion and sent these villains, who were already dying, on their final journey.
"Surrender! I surrender!"
"No...don't kill me! Spare me!"
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The mercenaries chose to turn a deaf ear to these pleas for mercy. They had experienced too many battles. Although they could barely be classified as part of the rainforest caravan, they still retained the style of the desert people.
Concepts such as "humanitarianism" and "not killing prisoners" are too unfamiliar to them. In their cognition, suppressing violence with violence and repaying blood with blood are the main themes of life.
The chaos continued until dawn. In this desert, the sunrise can be seen as early as three or four o'clock.
The new day came so quickly, but this did not affect the outcome of the battle. Most mercenaries had good night vision, and with the bright moonlight, they did not need any lights to exert their full strength.
It was only until dawn, until there were no more moving objects in sight except their companions, until they could no longer hear any roars or gasps, that the mercenaries finally had time to put down their swords and look at each other.
Everyone was covered in blood, from head to toe, from eyebrows to fingertips, and even the accessories hanging around their waists had turned dark red.
"See if anyone is still alive!"
The commanders of each team issued the same order.
Immediately someone understood what was meant and drew his sword, stabbing the fallen members of "Legacy of the God-King" one by one.
"This is too troublesome! Use this!" A mercenary from the caravan took out a Molotov cocktail and a wind catcher and threw them into the pile of corpses under the puzzled gaze of his companions.
"Stop! Confirm their identities first!"
"Who told you to set the fire?!" The commander of the squad thought something was wrong and immediately shouted loudly.
But he was still a little too slow, and the flames spread rapidly with the wind.
The other mercenaries also ignored the orders and followed the leader's actions with ferocious expressions. They roared and fumbled for the remaining element bottles and threw them on the charred or mutilated corpses on the ground. Immediately, an elemental storm of different colors was set off again in the wind and sand.
The commander scolded them while secretly complaining in his heart. He knew that his companions had not yet recovered from the frenzy of war. In addition, there were also mercenaries who had not participated in the pre-war meeting and had been secretly instigated to rebel.
Most of them have been enslaved by the "Relics of the God-King" for a long time, so war and hatred easily made them lose their minds. At this moment they need an outlet, and the corpses of the enemies are a good target for revenge.
Along with the sound of a glass bottle breaking, a vortex formed by elemental force rolled up on the sand, and the elemental storm almost swept a falcon into it.
The fully-fledged falcon let out a long, terrified cry, then adjusted the angle of its wings, rapidly shifting its flight path and narrowly passing the edge of the storm.
The sharp-eyed mercenary witnessed this scene. His eyes suddenly widened. He seemed to be sobered up as if someone poured a bucket of cold water on him. The fanaticism in his eyes gradually faded away, and he shouted, "Wait! That's our leader's eagle!"
"What?! Stop it! Stop it!!"
"Our own people! Don't hurt our own people by mistake!"
"I told you to stop!"
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The mercenaries belonging to "Ahmar's Beard" shouted after hearing this, and even knocked to the ground the mercenaries who were close to them and were still throwing elemental bottles.
The commander also quickly recited Harold's pre-war instructions: "Everyone! Do not destroy the corpse!"
"If we can't identify their faces, we can't confirm how many people escaped!!"
Amid the sounds of cursing, exhortations, and fighting, the cry of "Stop!" dominated the atmosphere, and the mercenaries who were throwing elemental bottles were pinned down by their companions.
In the chaos, the falcon raised by Kusela did not land on someone's shoulder as it did before. It just circled above the crowd for a while and then flapped its wings and flew away.
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The falcon flew over the rest of the battlefield, delivering the message of "Operation Success", and then flew towards the headquarters of "Legacy of the God-King" with a clear purpose.
It circled down above the headquarters that had turned into ruins, and finally landed slowly on Kusela's shoulder, grunting a few times as if to remind him.
"It's time to notify everyone to gather!" Kusela stroked the falcon's head, his tone full of excitement.
"Has the battlefield been cleared? Is there anyone who escaped?" Tikriti couldn't help but stretch his neck to look into the distance.
Of course, he couldn't see anything from this angle, but his concern for his teammates and the battle situation led him to make this funny move.
"Some of them will definitely run away. It doesn't matter. As long as we destroy their main force, those few who ran away won't be able to do anything in a short time." Although Kusela said this, he had already started counting the names of the elites of each mercenary group of "Legacy of the God-King" in his mind.
"Let's gather everyone first. I'm concerned about the casualties," Harold suggested.
After a few hours of rest, the dried-up elemental power in his body became abundant again, but the side effects of squeezing himself to the extreme and quickly mobilizing a large amount of elemental power in a short period of time did not completely disappear.
This weak period will continue for a while. I don’t know what the situation is with other people. Well... we used a falcon to notify the caravan in advance to send someone to deliver medicine. I hope there will be no casualties.
If the number of seriously injured is not large, it will not be a problem for the caravan to return within half a day. Otherwise, we will have to ask Kusela to release the falcon to notify the caravan to change route and meet up with us.
Harold was thinking in his mind.
"That's right." Speaking of "casualties", Kusela also looked serious. He took out a flare from his arms and lit the fuse.
Now the mercenaries at various bases of "Legacy of the God-King" heard the "whoosh" sound and looked up at the sky at the same time, only to see a firecracker explode in the air with a crisp sound.
The signal it represents came to everyone's mind:
set!