Historical records indicate that at the beginning of the Zenit Empire, the Ajax Shamo bandits frequently harassed the empire's borders, greatly angering the imperial family. At that time, the great Emperor Yassin, a peerless and powerful ruler, led his army westward, slaughtering his way through the land and returning in triumph. He stormed the Ajax capital, Amsterdam City, killing hundreds of Ajax warriors, defeating the then- Ajax emperor, and capturing over a thousand Ajax nobles, achieving an epic victory.
The Ajax Empire nearly perished as a result, and subsequently suffered a severe decline, taking decades to recover.
During this decade, Ajax finally produced a genius with exceptional skills, ' Emperor Chivu ', who successfully restored the prestige of the royal family and rapidly recovered the strength of the empire.
Now, the once-mighty Emperor Yassin, who had oppressed Ajax for decades, is about to pass away, while the young and vigorous Emperor Chivu is rising like the sun. With this shift in power, the Ajax people, who have never forgotten the humiliation of the past, are starting to stir.
In the Battle of Martial Saint Mountain, Ajax's One Sword, Huntelaar, finally made his move, demonstrating his willingness to fight back.
Sun Fei had a vague understanding of this history before, but it wasn't as clear and detailed as the records in [ The Continental Chronicle ].
Sun Fei kept in mind the wise saying of his ancestor from his previous life, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." Whenever he had free time, he would sit quietly and study this book. So, even before the army reached Twin Flag City and before they saw any trace of the enemy, he was already quite familiar with the culture and geography of the Ajax Empire. His understanding of the enemy surpassed that of most people around him.
The vanguard's central tent was brightly lit as the night deepened and the chill intensified.
"The time has come! Everyone get ready! Charge!"
On the hilltop, the leading Sand Tiger Knight Koeman, looked down at the now quiet Zenit vanguard Barracks. A cruel smile appeared on his lips, visible beneath his black veil. He made a Charge gesture, spurred his ferocious Sand Tiger, and with a low growl, charged down like an arrow released from a bow.
Thump thump thump thump!
A series of deep, heavy footsteps sounded.
A dark mass of Sand Tiger Riders followed closely behind Koeman.
More than four hundred riders, like a Black Torrent bursting from a dam, charged towards the Zenit camp five hundred meters away without a sound, carrying a silent killing intent.
This Charge will be the first formal clash between the Ajax Empire's cavalry and the Zenit in over twenty years.
For these valiant warriors living in the harsh, cold Shamo and Gobi, this is the prelude and beginning of restoring their former Glory.
More than four hundred gleaming scimitars shimmered with a chilling light under the demonic moon, yearning for the nourishment of their enemies' blood.
"Remember! Don't linger in battle. Charge to the central tent as quickly as possible and kill the Zenit commander!"
When he was less than twenty meters from the Zenit camp, he finally alerted the Zenit soldiers. Koeman drew a strangely shaped, extremely long, two-meter-long giant scimitar from his back and roared like a thunderclap.
"Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge!" The more than four hundred Sand Tiger Knights broke their silence and roared in unison.
In an instant, everything went from silence to rage.
Like Whirlwind ruffling a still pond, creating ripples.
boom!
With a casual flick of his wrist, Koeman unleashed a blade of light that flashed like a white ribbon, instantly obliterating the wooden fence blocking the path of the group, which shattered into dust.
"Ahhh... Enemy attack! The camp is under attack! Get up!"
"Oh God, it's the Ajax Sand Tiger Knights, their rangers... Sentinels? Where did the Sentinels go? When did they appear?"
"Get up! Go get your weapons! Damn it, the dead are here!"
Instantly, the Zenit Vanguard Legion's camp, having detected the anomaly, descended into chaos.
The screams and shouts were like an anthill that had been poked open. Flustered figures were running around everywhere, creating chaos. In the distance, some naked soldiers rushed out of the tents, clutching longswords, their expressions extremely panicked.
The Ajax Sand Tiger cavalry, filled with contemptuous killing intent, poured into the camp like a flood through the gap opened by Koeman, encountering almost no decent Resist.
The four hundred cavalrymen were well-trained and worked in perfect coordination, maintaining an extremely neat formation. The thunderous roar of the Sand Tiger was deafening, like a red-hot iron being plunged into freshly baked cheese—effortless and effortless, the entire process proceeding smoothly.
In the blink of an eye, the Zenit Central Tent appeared within a hundred meters.
"Found them! Where are they? Charge in and kill their commander!"
Led by their leader Koeman, who had transformed into a cone-shaped spearhead, the Sand Tiger cavalry formed a ferocious cone-shaped formation and charged madly toward the central tent.
The commander who killed the Zenit!
Kill him!
May the first Glory since the start of the war belong to the brave people of Ajax!
At this point, they finally encountered some decent Resist from the Zenit, but such Resist was like a poorly constructed earthen dam trying to block a rushing river—pale and powerless. The Sand Tiger Knights' advance did not slow down at all, and no one was injured.
Everything went incredibly smoothly.
"However, something's not quite right..."
As Sand Tiger Knight Yali closely followed behind Koeman, a sense of unease rose in his heart. The Zenit Resist seemed more like a show than a real attack; they didn't actually charge forward to fight. The Zenit soldiers behind them didn't even chase after them. He could tell that the Zenit soldiers were chaotic but not panicked, as if they were deliberately letting his group rush towards the central tent.
But there was no time for him to think it over.
"Kill!"
In the blink of an eye, the central tent was in sight. Koeman roared, like a thunderclap in the dark night, and then suddenly leaped into the air, his figure like lightning. While in mid-air, he slashed down with his sword, the surging bolt of light tearing through the void and slashing towards the tent.
boom!
A sudden tremor shook the earth, and a surge of power erupted.
A sudden change occurred.
Before the powerful, cold light could even reach the tent, it was blocked by a transparent energy shield. The sword light, capable of shattering a boulder weighing ten thousand pounds, could not budge the transparent shield in the slightest. It was like throwing an egg against a rock, and vanished without a trace in an instant.
An immense and irresistible force of recoil sent Koeman, who had been maintaining his forward momentum, flying backward with a pale face.
"The enemy has a master!!" Koeman landed unsteadily on Sand Tiger's back, his mind reeling.
Just then, another mutation occurred—
A shout rang out from the camp, and then a burst of light appeared. Torches suddenly lit up from all directions, and figures appeared one after another. They were all elite Zenit warriors, clad in armor and armed with weapons. They surged in from all directions like a tide, surrounding the more than four hundred Earth Tiger Knights in yellow armor and black veils.
"We've been tricked! They were prepared!"
At this point, even a fool would understand that the Zenit were prepared, having set a trap and been waiting for their arrival.
"Lord Koeman, we mustn't linger in the battle. Let's concentrate our forces and charge out in one direction!" Knight Yali, quick-witted as ever, hurriedly shouted the suggestion to his leader beside him. At this moment, the two knight commanders who had previously clamored to kill Commander Zenit looked ashamed and dared not utter another word.
"Alright, due west, charge!"
Koeman was also a very decisive person. He knew at once that there was a super expert in Zenit's formation who used his force field to protect the tent. His full-force strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea without making a ripple. It was definitely not something that his side could defeat. He immediately spurred his Earth Tiger and charged towards the west.
He had absolute confidence in the penetrating power of his four hundred Sand Tiger Knights.
Even if the sneak attack fails, one can still escape unscathed.
However, at that moment, a very strange roar appeared—
"Woof woof... Woof! Woof woof!! Woof woof woof woof!!!"
It sounded like a dog barking wildly, but Koeman couldn't believe that a dog's bark could be so powerful. Everyone felt their ears ringing and Venus vision blurred, and an indescribable immense pressure was generated. There was even a faint smell of sulfur in the air.
Puff puff!
The Sand Tiger, a magical beast mount that the Ajax people are so proud of, known as the "Overlord of the Ship of the Sand Sea," suddenly became like a stray dog seeing a sacred dragon when this roar rang out. It defecated and urinated, its limbs went limp and it didn't even have the strength to stand up. It trembled all over and lay on the ground, whimpering in agony.
High-level magical beasts?
Does the Zenit army possess terrifying high-level magical beasts?
Only the oppressive aura of a high-level magical beast could make the Sand Tiger, a second-tier magical beast, so fearful and lose the courage to resist. Moreover, to possess such an aura, this high-level magical beast must be at least around level seven or eight.
Looks like I've run into a brick wall tonight.
With their mounts Sand Tiger, surrendering, the more than four hundred Ajax cavalrymen were immediately rendered immobile. It was no longer possible for them to break through the encirclement of the Zenit army by speed. Facing more than six thousand fully armed opponents, the poor Sand Tiger riders could not even make a ripple.
They formed a circular defensive formation in the shortest possible time, turned their backs to their comrades, and confronted the Zenit.
" Koeman, the third disciple under the Ajax Martial Saint, does Commander Zenit dare to show himself?" Koeman, holding a long sword with the tip resting diagonally on the ground, asked loudly despite his predicament, his imposing manner unmatched.
Splash!
The hundreds of Zenit soldiers, armed with single swords and large shields, retreated like a tide, revealing the central tent protecting it. The tent curtains were pulled open by guards, and six imposing, fully armored warriors emerged from within: Shevchenko, Čech, Drogba, Pierce, Knute, and Hulk.
"I am Andrei Shevchenko, the First Commander of the Vanguard Legion of the Imperial [ Wolf Fang Legion ]."
Wearing a sturdy set of standard black iron armor, Shevchenko rested his hand on the longsword at his waist, as steady as a mountain, exuding a powerful aura as he answered loudly.
"You?... You are indeed a skilled fighter, but you could never have blocked my full-force attack so easily," Koeman said, his giant scimitar resting on the ground as he walked out step by step, shaking his head. "Bring out the real expert, otherwise, the few of you won't be able to stop me at all."
Second update today.