Thump, thump, thump!

Drums pounded at the edge of the battlefield, their resounding beats hammering into the hearts of the soldiers. Soldiers from both sides engaged in a fierce battle along a key valley road, roughly a kilometer wide. The cries of killing shook the heavens.

Under the leadership of the Barbarian Heavy Swordsman, the Black Rock Army's formation burst into high morale. For a moment, they even pushed back the front line, forcing the garrison on the Clancy side to retreat more than ten meters.

Since the outbreak of the war in the south, most of the original Nied County garrison had been withdrawn to New Vilga. Currently, nearly half of the troops stationed on the border were new recruits who had enlisted in the past few months. Although they had received sufficient training, they were still somewhat lacking in combat experience. Even though the extraordinary resonance had also unfolded here, with a faint golden light radiating from their armor, they were still at a disadvantage, though their armor was no longer as easily cleaved by the enemy.

The commander of Clancy in the rear frowned and looked solemnly at the battlefield in front of him. As a veteran and officer who had experienced many battles in the West Wind, he was naturally aware of the disadvantages at the moment.

But that's how war works. You don't always have the upper hand, and even when the wind is against you, you still have to fight. Even if one side is completely annihilated, the other side will have to pay the corresponding price.

Sometimes sacrifice is almost inevitable, but it cannot be worthless.

After calculating each other's strength and physical exertion in his mind, he had a general understanding in his mind.

"If I die on the battlefield after I go up, you will continue to command and hold on until reinforcements arrive from the rear. This is a key route leading to several towns in the rear, and we must not give up easily."

After he finished speaking, he handed the badge and military order to the adjutant beside him, drew the long sword at his waist, pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Forward, Clancy!"

As he rode down the hillside, a dozen or so knights behind him also charged forward. They raised their shields to block the lead bullets scattered from the air, then slowly lowered their lances, aimed at the gap in the line, and continued to accelerate.

"Commander..." The adjutant beside him stared blankly at the figure charging amidst the flying arrows and flames.

The horse's hooves pounded the sun-baked, dry hillside, stirring up a cloud of sand and dirt. As the high-ranking officer approached, a vigorous resonance of magical energy erupted from him. Although only at War Sequence 6, he was a rare talent in the newly established Crancia.

As the commander personally led the charge, the morale of Clancy's side was also shaken, and the soldiers who were fighting in the front burst out with a fearless fighting spirit.

With such a brave and fearless boss, what regrets and fears do I have? He swung his weapon wildly, determined to deliver a fatal blow even at the risk of injury or death.

The front line of Clancy was like boiling water, surging violently. The faces covered with blood and dust roared ferociously, constantly resisting the attack of the Black Rock Principality.

The sound of metal clashing, armor colliding, swords and spears piercing flesh, and the screams of the dying were endless.

Suddenly, a heavy, narrow sword swept across the battlefield, making a whistling sound as it broke through the air, directly smashing a number of spears and shields. Broken spears and broken iron flew everywhere, causing dense and painful bloodstains to appear on the bodies of the Clansian warriors.

This heavy sword warrior from Black Rock is swinging his weapon wantonly on the battlefield, smashing the enemy like breaking porcelain.

The commander on Clancy's side also increased the speed of his riding, and the long sword in his hand began to emit a flickering light.

Like a galloping chariot, he collided directly with the heavy sword Taimura, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight at the opponent with the force of the impact, completely ignoring defense.

Armor shattered, swords snapped, and the violent recoil nearly dislocated his arm. Unfortunately, the opponent's armor was only shattered, unharmed. There was a formidable gap between Sequence 7 and Sequence 6, and the opponent wasn't alone. Even so, this encounter failed to reverse the situation.

A sturdy, armored left hand stretched out, grabbed the officer's neck, and slowly lifted it up. Taimura casually swung the heavy sword in his hand and directly split several guards knights who came to rescue him, letting the blood rise like a fountain.

"It's really interesting. You know, in my eyes, you are just a weak bug." Taimula enjoyed the moment of humiliating his enemy, as if this was the greatest pleasure in his life.

In the center of the battle between the two armies, seeing their commander being lifted up by the enemy, his limbs struggling, his face turning purple, his breathing becoming labored and gradually cessation, the soldiers on Clancia's side felt a nameless anger and sorrow rising in their chests.

"Hahaha - that's it. Let me enjoy your ugly appearance." Taimula laughed wildly, venting the anger he had been holding in for recent times, and the commander in his hand struggled less and less, and finally, as if dead, his limbs slowly drooped down.

The battle in the valley seemed to be coming to an end. Although Clancia was still resisting, with the continuous casualties on their side, their formation was gradually overwhelmed by the enemy.

In this blocking battle, Black Rock deployed about 20,000 elite troops, while there were about 8,000 garrisons on the Clansian side. Although the casualty ratio was not much different, maintaining such a record under such a disadvantage would make generals of other countries proud.

Just as everyone was gradually despairing, a sharp whistle sounded from behind the Black Rock Principality, and a cavalry of 300 men stepped out of the mountains and forests. They wore copper-brown armor, dark green cloaks behind them, and the golden star symbol of Cranzia on their shoulders.

It was hard to imagine how they managed to ride their horses through the rugged and wooded mountain roads, but the appearance of this group of people halted the offensive of the Black Rock Army.

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