"Gods above, this is the true warrior!"
Watching the last Barbarian Warrior and two Ajax masters perish together below the city, the officers of the garrison on the city walls of Twin Flag City were filled with admiration and self-reproach. While their blood boiled, they also felt a pang of regret. These fifteen warriors, forged in iron and blood, had died in the face of the enemy's endless human wave tactics. In fact, if they had been used properly, these warriors could have played a much greater role.
Sun Fei, however, showed no emotional change due to the deaths of these fifteen Barbarian Warrior.
He took out the Desert Eagle again, drew his longbow, and began firing arrows.
Beneath the city walls, one Ajax warrior after another was nailed to the ground and killed.
These warriors were all elites of Ajax's Heaven Slaughter Battalion.
Although they were mixed among ordinary soldiers, they were impossible to hide from Sun Fei's aura. They stood out like torches in the night. Sun Fei fired arrow after arrow, and in an instant, thirty or forty experts were pinned to death beneath the city walls. Clara, Fairenton's beloved general, was the first to fall to an arrow. Later, sensing the threat of death, the elite Heaven Slaughter Battalion of Ajax retreated...
Although Sun Fei has experienced a great deal and can grasp the big picture, he still lags far behind officers who have truly experienced the baptism of war when it comes to the details of the battlefield. Therefore, once the battle began, Sun Fei handed over control of the situation to the officers of the Twin Flag City, while he himself sat on the enemy tower below the west gate, killing the experts who appeared in the enemy army and helping his own soldiers who fell into danger.
At this time, the garrison officers and thirty Saint had already joined the battle for the city wall, leading their soldiers in repeated battles against the enemy on the kilometer-long city wall.
The prophetic deaths of the fifteen Barbarian Warrior did not cause Sun Fei any significant emotional reaction.
Because the death of these warriors in the real world does not mean their true demise. If he so desires, Sun Fei can still Summon them from the Diablo World to continue fighting. This is almost as if Sun Fei can revive them at any time. Of course, this 'revival' is not unlimited. According to the information given by the mysterious and cold voice in his mind, Summon Barbarian Warrior three times a day is Sun Fei's current Summon limit.
If Sun Fei wanted, he could Summon back the fifteen Barbarian Warrior had died in battle.
He has two more chances to Summon today.
However, Sun Fei did not do that.
His King suddenly seemed to have grasped a more suitable way to use these fifteen Barbarian Warrior. He discovered that he could seemingly issue commands to these Barbarian Warrior through his mind, instructing them to charge towards a target of his choosing. In this way, the effectiveness of the Barbarian Warrior should be greatly enhanced.
He was pondering how to maximize the effectiveness of these fifteen Barbarian Warrior, rather than simply Charge into battle and serve as suicide soldiers as they were now.
The city wall on the north side of Twin Flag City.
Since Ajax's army mainly attacked the east and west gates, the pressure on this side was relatively much less. The two armies exchanged arrows across the city walls, and the five or six siege ladders posed little threat to the defenders on the walls.
Inside a low building in the very center of the north city wall, a dozen nobles dressed in magnificent armor and cloaks were gathered together discussing something.
"This new theater commander is clearly a ruthless character, openly intending to be our enemy. What should we do?"
"Hmph, a mere King of a vassal state, once he gains power, dares to ride roughshod over us. Do you think the Imperial Military Department and the Knights' Hall will just let him do as he pleases?"
" The Knights' Hall? Heh heh, five of the Knights' Hall's ten Judgment Knight were utterly defeated by King of Chambord. Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev is said to have a high opinion of King of Chambord and is quite protective of him. What can the Knights' Hall do to him?"
"Exactly! The fact that the Imperial Military Department chose to appoint him as the First Commander of the Ajax Theater speaks volumes!"
"You mean... the Empire is going to attack us? No way?"
The nobles, large and small, had lost their usual arrogance. Their faces were filled with fear, and they chattered amongst themselves, but couldn't come to any useful conclusions. Before this, they could do whatever they wanted in Twin Flag City. The emperor was far away, and even the bigwigs of the empire couldn't control them. But now, those carefree days were coming to an end. King of Chambord Alexander, was like a massive mountain pressing down on the hearts of the nobles. Just thinking about what had happened today made everyone tremble with fear.
"Shut up!" Perhaps annoyed by the noise, the fat man, who had been sitting behind the only large beechwood table in the small hut in the enemy tower, slammed his hand on the table and roared.
Instantly, the entire watchtower and small house fell silent. All the nobles, big and small, obediently shut their mouths and looked at the fat man.
This was a very, very fat man, around forty years old. His excessively bulky body made him look like a mountain of flesh pressing down on the large beechwood chair. The largest size of his custom-made silver armor was almost bursting out of his enormous body. Strips of white flesh hung down from his fat chin and cheeks, like a Shar Pei dog, covering his neck. Even his eyes and mouth were almost submerged in fat.
The fat man's name is Soroyev.
Lord of Twin Flag City.
Before Sun Fei arrived, he was the de facto ruler of Twin Flag City, a veritable local tyrant.
But now? Everything has changed.
Soroyev was getting a headache from the nobles' arguing, so he slammed his hand on the table to end the pointless debate that had been going on for almost half an hour since it started more than twenty minutes earlier. But when the nobles looked at him with questioning eyes, Soroyev could only wave his hand in frustration, unable to come up with any solutions.
This was the first time he had encountered such a predicament.
After two probing attempts, Soroyev sensed the hidden danger—an undisguised murderous intent. He felt like a lamb being secretly watched by a terrifying beast, and any misstep could lead to him being torn to shreds.
How long has it been since I've felt this kind of danger?
Faced with an unreasonable opponent like King of Chambord Alexander, Soroyev felt increasingly exhausted.
In the Azeroth Continent, the strong are respected. In terms of power, King of Chambord is now a second-class hereditary noble of the Empire and the rightful first commander of the war zone. In terms of strength, Alexander can move in and out of an army of ten thousand men with ease, which is far beyond the reach of Soroyev, a former Two-Star Class warrior.
When his strength and influence were no match for his opponent, Soroyev found that everything he had relied on in the past had become ineffective.
Like stray dogs on the roadside and fat pigs in a slaughterhouse, any struggle is futile; one can only beg for the mercy of the opponent or wait in endless torment for the butcher's knife to pierce one's body.
However, Soroyev was so unwilling to give up at this point.
"For now, we must obey King of Chambord's orders. If we anger this madman, the consequences will be unimaginable. We can only lull him into a false sense of security by being submissive. When the opportunity arises... hehe, anything can happen." Soroyev slowly gathered his thoughts and said, word by word, "You all did not achieve your current positions through violence and ruthlessness. What we need now is patience. I believe the opportunity will surely come."
Soroyev enjoyed considerable prestige among the nobles of Twin Flag City —a prestige built, of course, by his ruthlessness—so once he made his decision, the nobles in the watchtowers and huts could only nod in agreement.
"Lord of the city, Carol, Adam, Miller, and a dozen other fellows have not obeyed Alexander's orders to bring their troops. Should I send someone to urge them on...?" A middle-aged nobleman of about forty years old, sitting beside the beechwood table, asked softly, as if he had just thought of something.
"Ignore them, let the King of Chambord deal with them." Soroyev, supported by two guards, shakily rose to his feet and sneered, "A few old fools who don't know their own mortality, always going against me. It'll be perfect to use the King of Chambord to get rid of them. Heh heh, those guys are senile, still trying to act like they're old guard..."
Just then, a thunderous cheer suddenly erupted outside the small watchtower.
" The Ajax have retreated!!"
"Haha, those damned Shamo bandits are terrified of us!"
"Get out of here, you piece of trash! Go back to your mother's arms and nurse!"
The soldiers' cheers of relief rose like a tide, the shouts of battle gradually subsided, and the urgent bugle calls and drumbeats resounded between heaven and earth, announcing the temporary end of a fierce battle.
"Huh? The Ajax have retreated? Come with me to take a look."
Soroyev's gait was comical, like a bouncy ball, but none of the nobles behind him dared to laugh out loud. They cautiously emerged from the watchtower's hut, peering out from behind the city walls. Sure enough, they saw the Ajax people, having left corpses strewn across the ground, retreating like a receding tide...
"Finally, they've retreated..." Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had been hiding in the sturdy enemy tower and small house heavily guarded, they had still felt their hearts pounding. Now they were finally a little more at ease.
Clang!
Soroyev drew a half-meter-long sword from his waist, cleaved the corpse of an Ajax man in two, wiped the blood from the sword onto his armor, and then had his guards smear some blood on him. He tore some seams in his armor, deliberately leaving a few sword marks. After thinking for a moment, still not satisfied, he gritted his teeth and lightly made a few cuts on his arms and thighs before nodding in satisfaction.
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