The Counterattack Begins

"Ah, looks like fishing's out tonight."

Richard Nahl wore a gloomy expression.

Riva said helplessly, "Let's see if we make it through the night first."

Richard Nahl smiled. "If I die tonight, people will say you came to reinforce us for nothing and did nothing but help eat the bread."

Riva laughed too. "Don't worry. I know plenty of playwrights. They'll write dozens, even hundreds, of operas praising you for being careless, getting surrounded, and seeing the light just before you fell in battle."

Everyone around them burst out laughing.

As some of the strongest fighters in the world, they had confidence to spare. Even with a great battle imminent, they were still joking with one another.

Their relaxed manner was due not only to their confidence but also to their numerical advantage.

Richard Nahl laughed again. "We just got a telegram. Those two 'Mining Saints' will launch a sneak attack later."

Everyone burst out laughing again, and this time quite a few sounded a little envious.

Dennis and Dickson had discovered a magic crystal vein while serving with the army. Their cut was substantial, and gold coins practically fell into their laps as they lounged around. People in their circles jokingly called them the "Mining Saints."

Naturally, they wouldn't miss this great battle. They were now on standby with the Northern Front Corps, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Meanwhile, the fortress walls were locked in a fierce struggle.

The strength of individual fighters allowed for all kinds of tactical tricks.

Under Kaustov's command, elite warriors of the Sverier Kingdom carried a shield wall made of thick tree trunks. They advanced one step at a time, leaving deep footprints as they covered the men behind them, who were closing in on the fortress.

Behind the shield wall, riflemen