"Really? That's wonderful!" Hearing their commander's confident conclusion, the burly generals of Ajax immediately showed expressions of relief.
These days, the pressure from that fierce and hateful Zenit vassal King has been immense. He single-handedly intimidated an army of 60,000. If someone could deal with the King of Chambord, no, let alone deal with him, just being able to contain him would make it much easier for the 70,000-strong Ajax army to conquer the Twin Flag City.
That's really good news.
But what exactly did His Highness the Prince come up with?
Some generals speculated privately.
Just then--
Boom! Boom!
Boom boom boom!!!
A thunderous sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, followed by a tidal wave of shouts of battle, coming from the direction of the eastern camp. Soon, even the ground beneath their feet began to tremble.
What happened?
"Could Zenit reinforcements have arrived? Impossible! How could they be here so quickly? The scouts haven't reported anything."
Fairenton and his generals rushed out of the tent. In the distance, dust billowed on the horizon, and a torrent of cavalry in black armor surged forth like a wave. The cold, sharp blades Long Spear reflected a chilling glint in the rising sun.
"Your Highness, a large number of Zenit cavalry have suddenly been spotted in the rear of our army." A personal guard rode up to the tent, dismounted, and reported.
Surrounded by his personal guards and generals, Fairenton arrived at a slightly higher sand dune. After observing the area from a distance for a while, a smirk appeared on his lips. He said, "Only six thousand cavalrymen. Where are the other reinforcements? Hmph, with such a small force, they dare to attack my main camp? They're courting death! Order the main force to retreat and withdraw along the central route, letting them in. The flanks will then advance in a cross formation, opening the trap..."
"Yes!"
As the bugle sounded, several guards mounted their horses, carrying command flags on their backs, and Mercedes-Benz towards the central army and the two flanks to deliver the orders.
Soon, the situation on the battlefield changed.
Ajax's army, having shifted from its rear to the center, slowly retreated, maintaining a distance from the six thousand Zenit cavalry.
Once within range, the Ajax archers unleashed a barrage of arrows, a deathly swarm that swarmed the Zenit like bloodthirsty locusts, their shrieks echoing as arrows pierced flesh. Blood spurted as Zenit cavalrymen screamed and fell from their horses, only to be trampled into a bloody pulp by their comrades galloping behind them. The scene was utterly Bloody and brutal.
But such a brutal scene clearly could not stop the Zenit cavalry.
But such a brutal scene clearly could not stop the Zenit cavalry.
The thunderous sound of hooves echoed through the terrifying silence as steel swords were drawn in unison.
"Sudden!"
The leading officer, a burly man, roared, and the cavalry instantly increased the speed of their Mercedes-Benz.
The distance between the two sides closed rapidly.
Soon, bows and arrows were no longer of any use.
After slowly retreating more than two hundred meters, the Ajax spearmen and shieldmen finally formed a defensive formation. Their Long Spear were raised at a 45-degree angle, and the lower parts of their shields were deeply embedded in the sand, forming a terrifying steel forest. The strongest warriors supported their shields on their shoulders, their entire spirit concentrated in one place, waiting for the moment when the enemy cavalry would charge.
"Spearman... throw!"
Twenty meters behind the shield, surrounded by Star-Rank Warrior, an Ajax general clad in full yellow armor, his eyes flashing with a calm yet frenzied light, gripped a dark steel spear. He constantly calculated the distance, then roared, his entire body radiating Dou Qi aura, and hurled the spear fiercely at a Zenit general galloping at the forefront of the Zenit cavalry!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Along with this earth-shattering steel spear, thousands of other spears were also hurled.
This will be the last long-range shot between the two sides before they exchange shorthanded blows.
opposite.
Sensing the intense killing intent, the Zenit general, who was charging at the forefront, drew a huge black sword from his back, a smile appearing on his lips, and slashed out with the One Sword.
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of violent explosions rang out.
Suddenly, hundreds of spears in front of them all exploded and shattered into iron filings.
A streak of silver lightning shot out violently from the debris, striking the steel shield ten meters away with lightning speed, like white lava hitting thin snow. Without the slightest pause, it shattered six layers of shields and slashed towards the Ajax general surrounded by the crowd.
The Ajax general's pupils instantly contracted.
He finally understood that this Zenit general was an absolute master of Lightning-Element Dou Qi.
I... am no match for him!
In the rush, he only had time to draw the curved sword from his waist and hold it horizontally to his chest.
The next second, he felt an immense, irresistible force concentrate on his body, and then he was thrown into the air as if he were flying through the clouds, flying backward. A numbing sensation, as if struck by lightning, washed over him, and he heard the soldiers' screams...
Then, he completely lost his intuition.
boom!
The moment of death arrives.
Blood stained the sky red.
The cavalry, like a torrent, crashed into the steel forest of spear-shield formations. Screams and roars erupted simultaneously in that split second. Blood gushed out, staining the soldiers' helmets and armor crimson. Severed limbs flew everywhere, broken pieces tossed about by the immense force...
This is war.
An Ajikexi soldier brandished his scimitar and roared wildly, but the next second, a whistling knight's Long Spear pierced his head, Long Spear straight into his mouth and pinning him firmly to the ground. His limbs struggled, but life was rapidly ebbing away from his body.
Beside him, swords flashed, and another Ajax soldier had half his head chopped off, his remaining eye bulging out of its socket, staring blankly at the blood-red sky.
Using the momentum of their warhorses, the Zenit cavalry charged into the enemy's square formation and unleashed a frenzied and merciless slaughter.
On the distant hills.
The commander-in-chief's banner was raised high, fluttering in the wind, looking quite imposing.
Under the commander's flag.
The leader, clad in Ornate Plate, his dark red cloak billowing in the wind, his eyes sharp as lightning, intently observed the battlefield situation—who else Fairenton?
On either side of him stood two middle-aged men dressed only in robes and not in armor. Judging from their attire, they were not military generals, but they exuded a powerful aura, even slightly stronger than the Eight-Star Class strength of Fairenton.
The fact that they could stand side by side with Fairenton is enough to show that their status is at least no lower than that of His Highness the Prince.
"Besides King of Chambord, there's another expert in the Zenit ranks? Such powerful Lightning-Element Dou Qi, almost at the Eight-Star Class!" Seeing the Zenit officer shatter the thousand-strong spear-shield formation with One Sword sword strike, Prince Fairenton, who had been intently watching the battle, revealed a look of shock in his eyes. He turned and asked, "Why didn't we receive any intelligence from the Military Department about such a powerful expert in the [ Wolf Fang Legion ]?"
Behind him, a lightly armored officer, responsible for scouting and information gathering, also looked bewildered. "That shouldn't be the case. We've already identified all the experts in the Zenit reinforcements. How could an Eight-Star Class expert suddenly appear? Hmm? Your Highness, judging from his appearance and physique, and that black Giant Divine Weapon, I'm reminded of someone..."
"You mean Frank Lampard, the former top fighter in Chambord City?"
These past few days Fairenton has been meticulously studying the rise of King of Chambord Alexander. Naturally, those around him are also under his scrutiny. Frank Lampard, once hailed as the strongest fighter in Chambord City, is naturally on the prince's radar. However, according to most accounts, this man wields a black greatsword. The reason he was considered the strongest in Chambord City at the time was mainly because King of Chambord hadn't revealed his true strength, and he was said to only be around Three-Star Class fighter. How could he have increased so much in less than a year?
"It should be him," the lightly armored general pondered. "This person is very mysterious and low-key. He didn't participate in the Zenit vassal state Martial Combat Competition, and very few people have seen him make a move. However... many people speculate that his strength is absolutely terrifying. Moreover, many of the experts who follow King of Chambord all rose to prominence suddenly without revealing their abilities. So I guess..."
"Yes, you make a good point." Fairenton.
He had gradually become numb to such strange occurrences. In short, anything or anyone related to King of Chambord Alexander became beyond the comprehension of ordinary logic. The prince reached up and untied the thin ribbon of his cloak, saying calmly, "Since this warrior named Lampard has an extraordinary relationship with King of Chambord, killing him is tantamount to severing one of King of Chambord's arms. Will Alexander be heartbroken? Hahaha!"
"Your Highness, are you going to take action personally?" The generals around him were all taken aback.
"Besides me, who else could kill such a master?" Fairenton asked, putting on his helmet.
One of the generals was immediately speechless.
Ajax wasn't lacking in skilled fighters, but their current army of 60,000 truly lacked them. They had initially thought that the vanguard, led by the martial arts prodigy Prince Fairenton, with his Eight-Star Class strength, would easily crush the Twin Flag City. However, the appearance of the King of Chambord proved to be a major obstacle, effectively suppressing Fairenton. As a result, despite their superior numbers, Ajax's army suffered a complete defeat in high-level combat, resulting in a series of crushing losses!
Now, even a common officer in the opposing force requires His Highness the Prince's personal intervention, which is a profound humiliation for the generals of Ajax.
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