Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 58 Boiling Blood Berserk
Da da da--!
The rapid hoofbeats shook the earth like war drums.

Hasker, the captain of the Snow Oath, suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as a wolf's, staring intently at the churning dust in the distance.

That wasn't the sound of fleeing horses, but the resounding clang of perfectly synchronized iron cavalry!

They are coming.

The next moment, the neighing of warhorses pierced the smoke, and streaks of crimson figures galloped out from the dust and mist.

The armor of the Crimson Tide Knights gleamed coldly in the setting sun, like a sharp sword cleaved from the abyss!

"Warriors, form ranks!" Hasker roared, brandishing his battle axe.

The Snow Oath warriors moved swiftly, shields held horizontally, spears thrust out, and battle axes held at an angle. Their eyes flashed with vigilance, and sweat trickled down their foreheads.

But the Red Tide Knights gave them no chance to catch their breath!
call out!
The air was torn apart, and sharp short guns and arrows rained down like a sudden downpour!

Long-range projectile weapons!

They want to wear us down like this!
Haskell's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart sank.

He immediately realized that this was a meticulously planned hunting tactic.

These knights planned to first use ranged attacks to tear apart the defenses, and then seize the opportunity to break through when the formation began to weaken.

"Shield Wall! Quickly!"

The Snowsworn immediately raised their heavy shields, followed by a series of muffled thuds.

"Ugh!"

However, one of the young Snowsworn warriors was a little too slow.

He screamed and staggered backward as a short gun pierced his chest, blood splattering everywhere.

He opened his mouth in despair, but only spat out foamy blood before collapsing heavily to the ground, immediately convulsing and losing consciousness.

"Damn it! That damned knight!" roared the warrior beside him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Don't rush! Stabilize the formation first!" Hasker roared through gritted teeth.

This is different from the strategy Haskell envisioned.

The first harassment squad of the Red Tide Knights did not linger in battle. After throwing their pistols, they retreated as swiftly as ghosts.

The billowing dust blurred the vision of the Snow Oathtakers.

"These bastards..."

Before they could even adjust, another squad of knights attacked from the flank!
hiss--!
Warhorses neigh wildly, their iron hooves thundering!
The second squad of Crimson Tide Knights stormed into the battlefield, their spears carrying intense crimson battle aura, heading straight for the Snow Oathbringers' flank!

"Their main attack is here!" a Snowsworn exclaimed, instinctively moving towards the flank.

"Don't move! Don't fall for it!" Hasker shouted, but it was too late.

The Red Tide Knights' second tactical move was a success!
The flank attack is not the main offensive move, but rather a means to disrupt the enemy's formation!

As the Crimson Tide Knights charged into battle, their swords and spears flashing with crimson battle aura as they weaved through the enemy ranks!

puff!

Blood splattered as a Snowsworn warrior's throat was pierced by a spear, blood spraying everywhere!

In just a few seconds, the defense was torn apart!
Hasker's brows furrowed deeply, and his teeth were practically grinding to powder.

He finally realized that this was like a carefully planned hunt, and they were nothing more than prey being toyed with!

"Damn it..." He gripped his battle axe tightly, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy, and deep blue battle aura surged around him.

However, at that very moment, the third squad of the Crimson Tide Knights quietly appeared.

"kill!"

A deep, cold voice rang out, accompanied by the thunderous thud of horses' hooves striking the ground.

Hasker suddenly turned around.

"Charge!" Lambert led a squad of elite knights and high-ranking regular knights, speeding out of the dust and mist!

They were faster than the previous knights, their lances pointed straight ahead, sweeping into the battlefield like a whirlwind!
boom!
Before a Snow Oath warrior could even defend himself, a spear blade enveloped in crimson battle aura pierced his chest.

He was pinned to the ground, blood slowly dripping from the gun blade, his fighting spirit burning and corroding at his wounds, even his corpse trembling slightly!

"Damn it!" Hasker roared, his deep blue battle aura surging, and his battle axe swept out with a violent gust of wind!

clang--!
The spear blade precisely blocked the battle axe, and the crimson and deep blue battle auras collided violently.

The violent energy shock spread out, creating a raging wave of air!

The surrounding soldiers were all knocked back, and even the ground cracked!

“Interesting.” Lambert’s lips curled slightly upward, but his eyes remained indifferent.

He swung his gun horizontally with a backhand motion, the blade slicing through the air in a sharp arc!

puff!

A Snowsworn who attempted a sneak attack had his throat slashed by a gun blade, clutching his neck and gasping for breath before collapsing into a pool of blood covered in dust.

“Damn it…” Haskell growled.

As the knights charged forward, blood splattered onto the ground, staining the shattered armor crimson.

By this time, most of the Snow Oath warriors had been killed or wounded.

Hasker knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

His battle axe was already riddled with chips, his armor was shattered, and it was soaked in a mixture of enemy and friendly blood.

His gaze swept around, and the remaining dozen or so Snow Oath members were still standing, but everyone's eyes had become cloudy.

My legs were trembling not from fear, but from the fact that I was nearing my physical limit.

They have been driven to the brink of despair by the Red Tide Knights.

"Has it... reached its limit?"

Hasker gritted his teeth, his face so dark it looked like it could bleed.

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms until the excruciating pain brought him back to his senses.

No, they haven't lost yet!

He slowly stood up and glanced at his remaining comrades.

"Snow Oath Bearers..." His voice was hoarse and deep, "Fight to the last man! Make them pay for their crimes in blood!"

"Fight to the last man!! Make them pay for their crimes in blood!!" the surviving Snow Oath warriors roared in response.

Despite their already battered state.

But at this moment, a frenzied fighting spirit reignited in their eyes.

"kill--!"

Haskell took a deep breath and raised the battle axe in his hand.

In an instant, a blood-red totem lit up on his chest!
That wasn't ordinary battle aura; it was a life-burning curse—Boiling Blood!

boom! !

Scalding blood boiled in their veins, burning their bodies wildly. Their muscles swelled instantly, blood vessels twisted and bulged under their skin, and their pupils turned into scarlet flames!
More than a dozen Snow Oath warriors simultaneously activated their Bloodlust Berserk mode, and their auras surged instantly.

A frenzied killing intent surged into the sky, pressing down so hard that the air itself seemed to tremble!
"Hahaha!"

Hasker laughed maniacally, blood oozing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

But he still gripped his battle axe tightly, his fighting spirit surging, and charged toward Lambert!
"Come on! Let me show you the hatred of the Snowsworn!! Let's go to hell together!!"

"Step back!" Lambert shouted decisively upon seeing this.

The Red Tide Knights scattered immediately, but it was too late!
(End of this chapter)