You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 380 Race against time
The brigade became a company, and the company became a squad.

The orderly infantry formations suddenly dispersed.

Operating independently in small squads, with longer battle lines and a larger contact area, tied up more enemies, but the consequence of doing so was that they could easily be defeated one by one.

But Ed had no choice; they had sworn an oath when they enlisted.

"Everyone hold your ground!" Ed's eyes were resolute, his face solemn, as he looked at the group of enemies who were like mad dogs unleashed from their cages. Their figures seemed to form a vast and boundless tide, engulfing them from the front.

They had no formation and appeared chaotic, but their momentum was overwhelming, surging as if it could engulf everything in sight.

"Peerless soldiers from the valley! The City of Abundance lies behind us!"

"Everything for the lord!" he said.

"Everything for the territory!" he said.

"Everything is for the people!" he said.

Ed's voice grew louder and louder, carrying far and wide, even drowning out the enemy's charging sounds.

He gripped his weapon tightly, his muscles taut.

The surging tide and the reefs facing the opposite tide clashed for the first time.

Instead of a hail of arrows, what reached everyone's ears first was a deafening roar.

Boom boom boom——

Thick, pungent smoke rose from the ground in an instant, like a hundred flowers blooming.

"A trap!" the mercenaries exclaimed in alarm.

Those at the forefront clearly saw the River Valley Army ignite the ropes buried underground, which then burst into flames. The flames and the people rushed towards each other, followed by a massive explosion in the crowd.

"That's the black magic of the blasphemers! Don't be afraid! The gods are shining upon us!" the priest shouted from behind, raising his scepter inlaid with luminous pearls, which released a dazzling light.

The mercenaries had heard about this before.

The spell emitted thick, pungent white smoke and could release countless iron nails in an instant. Those affected would be killed or injured unless they were wearing armor.

It is called the 'Breath of Hell' by the Vatican.

However, according to scholars' speculation, it should be a one-time and limited substance, like an arrow, which cannot be retrieved once used.

The experienced mercenaries had anticipated this, so they quickly crossed the battlefield that was emitting thick white smoke.

Although sporadic explosions could be heard, their power was no longer of any use to the overall situation.

The tide submerged the reef in an instant!

"Kill!!"

In this wilderness, hundreds and thousands of people engaged in a bloody and brutal battle.

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Smoke and dust filled the air, men shouted and horses neighed, and the battle cries shook the heavens!

Jora heard the enemy shouting, they were shouting too, and the sound of weapons clashing; a complex mix of information overwhelmed his brain.

Mercenaries also include knights, drawn from free riders and sworn knights.

Veteran mercenaries from various mercenary groups gathered, and with armor provided by the Black Iron King, hastily assembled a force of knights to fight.

But this force wasn't there to charge into battle.

Although the river valley army was scattered, its small units fought with exquisite coordination.

Shields formed a fortress, spears were like hedgehogs, and a small team of twelve people worked together to leave the mercenaries helpless.

Mercenaries are hired for war, and they fight for whoever offers the highest price, so they have a wealth of combat experience.

But they had never encountered such a formidable opponent in their entire lives.
Clad in heavy armor, wielding a long spear, and possessing superb combat skills.

When a spearman kills a mercenary, the remaining mercenaries will take advantage of the opening to kill the spearman who is wide open. At that time, the spearman will be covered by the other spearmen and shieldmen and retreat to the safe rear.

Admittedly, some tactical maneuvers may seem quite flawed in peacetime, but in the chaos of battle, few can exploit these flaws. And even if they could, so what?
The enemy had been waiting here for a long time, with plenty of time to prepare. They were all heavily armored infantry, with such a high armor coverage that even their faces were sealed in iron masks, making their figures appear as if they were cast in steel.

Even when faced with a huge numerical disadvantage, they never retreated. They had a strong will and were incredibly powerful in combat, making them exceptionally outstanding among mercenaries.

They are undoubtedly qualified soldiers!

It is said that there are more than 10,000 such soldiers, including the blasphemer Roman, who are like demons descended to earth!
Jorah could not imagine how intense the sense of oppression must be when tens of thousands of people formed a heavy infantry formation!
For a moment, he even felt worried for Lord Macol.

If he loses this battle, then the Black Iron King's commission will no longer be his responsibility—he is a mercenary who suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the witch and desperately needs funds to make a comeback.

Theoretically speaking, the central army has the strongest forces and the most knights, so even if it cannot defeat Roman on the main battlefield, it will not be defeated quickly.

After all, it's a battlefield with tens of thousands of people; it's normal for fighting to go on from morning till evening.

As long as Markel can hold off the blasphemers' main force...

Jorah silently repeated to himself: This is the last army of the Blasphemers. If the Blasphemers return from the great battle and see the banners of various mercenary groups flying over his city of abundance, their morale will surely collapse.

"Warriors, do not entangle with them! Our battlefield is ahead!" A mercenary group leader, who was the leader of the cavalry force, raised the 'Wolf Head' banner.

The mercenary lancers mounted their horses and rode out, bypassing the battlefield and heading straight for the City of Abundance.

Although they were a ragtag unit, they were seasoned veterans and possessed formidable fighting power.

Jorah's warhorse came from the highlands and was a fine steed he bought for 23 gold coins, thus making him a member of the raiding force.

There is no time to waste!

Both sides are racing against time!

Ed used his greatsword to cleave a mercenary's head open.

He turned around abruptly and vaguely heard the thunderous roar of warhorses, a sound like wolves pouncing on lambs in a frenzy. He was anxious and wanted to stop them, but he was powerless to do so.

His position is battalion commander. He leads by example, fighting in the most dangerous places and constantly rescuing soldiers in distress. He used to be physically weak, but he was lucky enough to join the army. Now he is a third-tier infantry knight.

However, this is not a significant advantage against some mercenaries, as experienced mercenaries often possess first or second-tier strength.

The Valley Army was better equipped than the mercenaries, but was outnumbered and could not kill them with a single blow. Once entangled, they could only watch helplessly as the large mercenary force swept across the battlefield, like scattered stones unable to stop the spread of a river.

"Kill them!" the captain roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"Kill them, but don't let them hurt our families!!" Think tank member Yulun was also covered in blood.

Each squad was led by a squad leader, but the two of them led five company commanders to fight the enemy together.

"Woo..."

The bugle sounded. Ed was greatly encouraged, realizing it was his own bugle.

boom!
A heavily armed battalion slowly emerged from the top of a distant hill!
Weima of the 7th Heavy Armored Battalion, panting heavily, gazed at the battlefield. They had come from a long march and were extremely exhausted, but they still charged into the battlefield without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Jorah and the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, who had just bypassed the battlefield, were galloping on horseback along the main road.

Forced march! Seize the moment! Charge! Victory is just ahead!

At this point, they encountered a cavalry force.

The enemy came from an inconspicuous path and suddenly appeared from the side, blocking their way. Their flag bore the unique insignia of the valley.

Infantry against infantry.

Cavalry against cavalry.

The former has over a thousand, the latter three hundred.

The enemy was overwhelmingly superior. The valiant cavalry captain continued to shout.

"Special Forces! Charge!"

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(End of this chapter)