Combat

The frequency of Foul Spirit attacks has become alarmingly high recently. No sooner had one group of Foul Spirits retreated than another arrived to attack. What used to be one battle per day has now escalated to three or four. The Infantry Regiment's casualty rate has surged, and the warriors' exhaustion and stress are mounting.

Ange has also been wounded repeatedly in these frequent battles. He insists on fighting the Foul Spirits with his physical body alone, without using Qi force, which has greatly increased the pressure on him. His weapon and shield, though sturdy, prove insufficient against the increasingly powerful Foul Spirits, failing to suppress them effectively. However, it is precisely in these high-intensity battles that Ange's physical strength has rapidly improved. His strength and stamina recovery speed have significantly increased compared to before, with each battle honing his will and body.

Ange's daily life has become a cycle: battle, get wounded, recover with Qi force, battle again, get wounded again, and recover again. He spends every day in this rhythm. At first, Ange felt weary and tired of the endless fighting, but gradually, his thoughts became singular and focused, with only one idea remaining in his mind: fight.

In a fierce night battle, Ange once again clashed head-on with the Foul Spirits. Every swing of his sword, every defensive maneuver, was imbued with his full strength. Sweat and blood mixed, blurring his vision, but he continued to fight relentlessly. Beside him, comrades fell and rose, everyone resisting the Foul Spirits' onslaught with their last ounce of strength.

Rest periods were short and precious. Ange sat in a corner of the camp, using his Qi force to heal his wounds, feeling each injury gradually mend. With every recovery, he could feel his strength growing. Though physically and mentally exhausted, he knew this war allowed no room for complacency.

As time passed, Ange's combat skills became increasingly refined. He began to seek out opportunities in battle, exploiting the Foul Spirits' weaknesses to counterattack. His presence on the battlefield became more prominent, serving as a pillar of morale for his companions.

Despite the Foul Spirits' continued fierce attacks, Ange no longer felt fear. He knew that as long as they persisted, as long as they didn't give up, they would one day see the dawn of victory. This brutal war was forging every warrior, and Ange, through this hellish trial, was gradually growing into a true powerhouse.

On this day, what was expected to be an attack by two to three hundred Foul Spirits suddenly doubled to five to six hundred. The Infantry Regiment urgently mobilized reinforcements, quickly gathering their strength for defense. The first battle was exceptionally fierce, and the warriors had to fight with all their might just to push the Foul Spirits back. However, before they could even catch their breath, a new threat was already silently approaching.

As soon as the Foul Spirits withdrew from the battlefield, nearly a thousand more suddenly surged forward. The warriors had not yet recovered from the fatigue of the first battle when the Foul Spirits' fierce assault struck again. Due to exhaustion and mental fatigue, many warriors were unable to make clear tactical judgments quickly, leading to a large number of casualties in the chaos.

The brutality of the second battle exceeded everyone's expectations. Although only two battles had taken place, the day's casualties far surpassed the total from the previous twenty-odd rounds of fighting. After the battle, the human camp was in disarray, with the wounded scattered everywhere and a somber atmosphere pervading the air.

Meredith surveyed the battlefield, his heart heavy as he saw the exhausted warriors. He knew that if effective measures were not taken soon, the soldiers' morale and combat effectiveness would significantly decline.

Soon, the commanders were summoned together again. Meredith looked at them, his expression grave, and said, "We are completely at the mercy of the Foul Spirits. The rhythm and timing of the battles are dictated by them. If this continues, we will soon be worn down and killed. We cannot remain in this passive state."

He continued, "The Cavalry passage has been completed. Now, we will take the initiative." Meredith quickly formulated a battle strategy, ordering the Cavalry Regiment to equip their horses' hooves with sound-dampening gear to ensure stealth.

Night soon fell, and the Foul Spirits launched another attack, intending to give the human camp a big surprise under the cover of darkness. However, this time, the humans were fully prepared.

As the battle began, the Infantry Regiment fought on the front lines as usual, but this time they were not alone. Ange, along with other warriors, remained hidden behind the defense line, ready to provide support at any moment. Further away, the Cavalry Regiment quietly awaited the order to attack.

The Foul Spirits advanced rapidly in the darkness, preparing to launch a fierce assault. Meredith observed the enemy's movements and decisively gave the order: "Cavalry Regiment, attack!"

The Cavalry Regiment moved swiftly, their horses' hooves muffled by the sound-dampening equipment, charging silently towards the enemy's flank. The Foul Spirits were caught completely off guard, their formation instantly disrupted by the sudden cavalry charge. The sound of hooves was deep yet powerful in the night, and the cavalry's lances and swords glinted under the moonlight.

The cavalry's charge effectively suppressed the Foul Spirits, and the warhorses, with their powerful impact, shattered the Foul Spirits' ranks. The Infantry Regiment quickly followed, launching a fierce assault on the disorganized enemy formations. The surprise attack caught the Foul Spirits unprepared, and the first wave was quickly annihilated by the combined efforts of the cavalry and infantry.

After the battle, the Infantry Regiment immediately concentrated its forces and advanced towards the Foul Spirits' camp. Before long, they encountered the second wave of Foul Spirits, and battle erupted. Due to the urgency of the situation, Ange decided to start using his Qi force. The previous battles had pushed his physical body to its limit, and now, with the enhancement of Qi force, Ange was like a divine aid, a tiger unleashed. Many Foul Spirits were decapitated before they could even react.

On the battlefield, Ange's figure was like a bolt of lightning, darting through the Foul Spirits. His movements were swift and precise, each attack taking the life of a Foul Spirit. As the battle progressed, Ange felt his physical condition improving, as if an endless supply of power surged within him. Despite the fierce fighting, he grew stronger with each passing moment, showing no signs of fatigue.

In this bloody struggle, Ange gradually discovered a special field surrounding his body, extending two meters in radius with himself at the center. Within this area, he could clearly perceive the Foul Spirits' movements and rhythms, even predicting their attacks. This sensation made him feel like a fish in water, with almost every attack accurately hitting the enemy's vital points.

As time went on, Ange gradually realized that the gap in strength between him and the Foul Spirits was rapidly closing. Even without using Qi force, his attacks could pierce the Foul Spirits' skin and inflict fatal damage. This progress made Ange feel increasingly powerful, an unprecedented sense of strength filling his entire body.

However, Foul Spirit reinforcements also arrived continuously, and the number of Foul Spirits on the battlefield kept increasing. Ange felt the pressure mounting amidst the intense fighting. He knew he had to maintain a high level of concentration to deal with these endless enemies.

Now, only one thought occupied Ange's mind: fight, keep fighting, until his body exhausted all its strength.

More and more Foul Spirit reinforcements arrived, and human warriors also rushed in from the rear.

As the battle line extended, the cavalry's advantage became more pronounced. With the cooperation of the Infantry Regiment, the Foul Spirits were continuously suppressed and pushed back by the Cavalry Regiment.

The Archer Regiment also unleashed enchanted arrows from the rear, killing many Foul Spirits before they could even reach the humans.

Ange was in a state of frenzied combat, his eyes fixed only on the enemy. Each blow was filled with deadly force. Foul Spirits around him fell one after another; wherever he went, blood and gore flew.

As time passed, the number of Foul Spirits surrounding him dwindled, many having been killed by him. His strength seemed inexhaustible; each swing of his weapon took an enemy life.

On the battlefield, Ange's performance was legendary. Other warriors watched him, their spirits lifted. However, the other warriors did not approach Ange, sensing that he was indiscriminately attacking anyone nearby, making it easy to get caught in his onslaught.

Ange didn't know how long he had been fighting, but the Foul Spirits before him seemed to be gradually decreasing. Gradually, he realized that even the warriors of the Infantry Regiment were moving further away from him, and he was the only one left fighting on the battlefield.

Just then, a group of Foul Spirit reinforcements suddenly appeared in the distance. They saw Ange alone and immediately charged towards him. Ange took a deep breath, gripped his weapon, and prepared for a new round of battle. His gaze was firm, and his heart burned with an unquenchable fighting spirit.

"Come on!" Ange roared, charging towards the approaching Foul Spirits. His body was like an arrow, piercing directly into the enemy formation. With each swing of his weapon, his Qi force erupted with immense power, and Foul Spirits fell one after another under his attacks.

The battlefield had now become a free-for-all. The Archer Regiment was fully engaged, unleashing a barrage of enchanted arrows at the reinforcing Foul Spirits. The enchanted arrows streaked through the air, accurately hitting the enemy. The Foul Spirit reinforcements were pinned down at a distance, unable to approach the core of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Cavalry Regiment moved swiftly, forming a cordon around the periphery of the battlefield. They moved like phantoms along the edges, using their lances and swords to kill any Foul Spirits attempting to escape the battle. With each charge, the cavalry took a swath of enemy lives, their horses' hooves crushing the Foul Spirits' hopes.

The encirclement tightened, and the Infantry Regiment engaged in fierce close-quarters combat in the central area, clashing with the Foul Spirits amidst flying blood and gore. Ange stood in the center of the battlefield, maintaining his high combat state. Each of his attacks carried deadly force, knocking down the surrounding Foul Spirits one by one.

As time passed, the number of Foul Spirits dwindled, and the human offensive intensified. The Archers' suppression prevented the Foul Spirit reinforcements from approaching, and the Cavalry Regiment's encirclement left the Foul Spirits with nowhere to escape. Finally, the Foul Spirits within the encirclement were completely annihilated.

After the battle, the battlefield was filled with the heavy scent of blood, and cheers of victory echoed in the air. Ange stood amidst the mountains of corpses, his body utterly exhausted, but his eyes remained sharp and resolute.