Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The officer leading the pursuit finally realized the danger and shouted, but it was too late.

The number of enemies hiding on the hill was far greater than expected, as if they were not an ambush force but the main enemy force. At the same time, they had premeditatedly divided the battlefield, and any soldier who appeared to be a leader was immediately targeted and surrounded and killed in the chaos.

Soldiers without superiors are like a disorganized mob, unable to organize an effective defense. The Roman army, on the other hand, was poised to strike. First, a volley of javelins was thrown, followed by young soldiers wielding swords and cutting down enemies in the chaos. By the time the enemy reacted, the young soldiers had already retreated to the second line. Strong, able-bodied young soldiers stood in front, delivering heavy blows to the enemy, while the young soldiers and mercenaries from other regions followed up from behind, using arrows and stones to kill the dangerous enemies first.

Even if some enemies manage to escape and gather together, they are further broken up by well-trained squads and defeated one by one.

The dying cries echoed through the forest, and the splattered blood stained the leaves red, greedily absorbed by the soil.

What was supposed to be an evenly matched battle has now devolved into a complete massacre.

First, they feigned weakness, launched a blitzkrieg to penetrate the enemy's stronghold, destroyed the gate, and burned down the camp; then, they used intelligence information as leverage to force the Allied Empire's army to pursue and kill them; subsequently, they used the terrain to ambush the enemy from the opposite direction, and then launched a large-scale attack to cut off, encircle, and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

The overall situation has been decided.

As the generals directed their men to advance, they couldn't help but look at their governor, the white-haired, blood-eyed young man, with admiration.

While awaiting orders, they also discussed battle plans. If they were in the same situation, they would probably only think of leading a large army to break through the pass, invading the village as quickly as possible before the enemy camp was completed, turning the siege into an encounter battle, and starting to wear down the enemy.

As the saying goes, great effort can produce miracles; they just focused on putting in the effort and left the rest to miracles.

If they can catch the enemy off guard and strike them hard before they can react, they have a high chance of winning.

But that would inevitably result in the loss of many soldiers, unlike the current situation where the enemy is completely powerless to resist, and the entire forest has become their hunting ground.

Such achievements were entirely the work of the newly appointed governor.

Having already won the loyalty of the generals, Shuoyue led his dozens of light cavalry in a counterattack when his own troops, who had been lying in ambush, suddenly appeared, charging towards the officers who had been chasing them just seconds before.

The battle in the forest had already begun. Whether prey or hunter, wounded or dead, the blood and resentment emanating from them were absorbed by Shuoyue's spiritual core. Therefore—

"What, what is this thing?!"

The officer stared in disbelief at the cavalrymen charging back towards them, at the blood-red heavy armor gradually emerging from their bodies, and at the increasingly sharp and terrifying weapons in their hands.

This is no scout squad; it's clearly a blood-red pagoda clad in heavy armor!

A bloodthirsty aura, thick with resentment, swept over them. The warhorses began to tremble with fear, the soldiers began to stir, and the officers gripped their short swords tightly, opening their mouths to speak, yet finding themselves speechless.

Escape? Behind him, the world was in turmoil, and countless enemies were eyeing the few battle merits on his neck.

Charge? They came in haste, some without even putting on their armor. How could they possibly fight against this group of heavy cavalry?

Before long, the officer no longer needed to think, because Shuoyue came with her sword and skillfully cut off his head.

Like a blood-red heavy cavalry descending from hell, they swept through the officers and their hundreds of cavalrymen with overwhelming force. They then charged straight in, transforming into tigers and wolves among the lambs, killing gods and Buddhas alike, as if entering an empty land, further shattering the enemy's will to fight.

Subsequently, the Roman army merged, leaving some troops to guard the prisoners while the rest of the soldiers filed out and swarmed toward the now completely exposed and broken camp, taking control of the soldiers inside and completely cutting off any possibility of resistance from the united empire.

The ambush, with two thousand men against two thousand men, ended in a resounding victory for Shuoyue's side.

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Chapter 246 Young man, the omen of death is shining above your head!

After a morning of fierce fighting and cleaning up the mess, the enemy camp fell completely into Shuoyue's hands.

At lunchtime, the army was divided into three groups: one group was stationed on the garrison, one group guarded the prisoners, and one group ate lunch.

The tense battle was over, and the soldiers in the camp wore relaxed smiles as they enjoyed the rare and plentiful meal that the treasurer had brought an hour earlier.

As for the supervisory team, who had suffered a crushing defeat in the centurion's lottery and could only patrol the camp gate in a miserable state, or temporarily serve as jailers to oversee the thousand prisoners, they could only watch with envy and jealousy as the soldiers in the camp held cheese and cured meat, as well as the fruit that Shuoyue had personally led people to pick.

"Governor, aren't you going to eat?" Rosario, whose face now bore a scar, asked respectfully to the white-haired youth gazing into the distance, his mouth greasy with food.

As for Shuoyue, he simply waved his hand. As a Servant, his desire for food and drink was not as strong as that of a certain ahoge (cowlick).

"Instead of that, why don't you tell me the number of casualties in the army? And how about the harvested provisions and supplies, Vice General?"

Yes, after confirming Rosario's loyalty, Shuoyue decided to let him take over the position of that fool Goring and handle many trivial matters for her.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man's face lit up with excitement at the mention of "deputy general," and he recited the battle situation he had already memorized: "Our side suffered 42 dead and 312 wounded, most of whom were lightly wounded. The seriously wounded have been sent to the commander's tent for emergency treatment and will be sent to the main camp this afternoon."

"Hmm, any news from the main camp?"

The main camp, which is Shuoyue's stronghold in Pisa, is now basically empty, with only a few messengers stationed there.

"Not yet, but when I asked, those young men seemed a bit..."

"what?"

"No, it might be my imagination." Rosario paused, then reported, "As for the captured supplies, most of the robes and provisions were burned, and only a portion was salvaged. However, the damage to the weapons and equipment was not significant, and they can be put into use after rest and repair."

"Hmm, it seems this is a resource point built by the United Empire," Shuoyue nodded, then turned around and gave a few instructions before heading towards the location of the prisoners.

Pisa is located near the Mediterranean Sea. Although the winters are mild and rainy, the summers are unbearably hot. Not to mention, the Mediterranean climate has different periods of rain and heat, and the air is extremely dry. This is why the camp could be easily set on fire by the new moon.

Today's sunny weather is a good day for those going out, but for the prisoners forced to kneel on the ground with their hands behind their heads, it is a complete hell.

The scorching sun licked their skin, the lack of moisture made their lips crack, and the heat rising from the earth made them dizzy, gradually eroding their thoughts and reason.

Some people collapsed from the strain, but at the behest of the new moon, the Roman soldiers merely watched coldly and sternly warned anyone who dared to make a move.

In this heavy and oppressive atmosphere, the sky suddenly darkened.

Is it going to rain?

Some prisoners looked up in ecstatic joy, but then their pupils constricted as they were gripped by immense fear.

That was an endless, churning sea of ​​blood.

The resentment was hard to dispel, and the blood and gore left by countless humans killing each other were also absorbed by the youth. Before time could heal the wounds, Shuoyue reopened the sores.

The overwhelming bloodlust blotted out the sky and blocked out the sunlight, but no one felt at ease, because the tangible resentment was right above their heads, cursing all living beings and trying to drag them into eternal torment.

"I ask you, are you willing to surrender and become part of the Roman Empire again?"

Amidst this hellish scene, a white-haired youth slowly walked onto the high platform and calmly posed a question:

"Do you acknowledge that the United Empire is a heretic deserving of judgment? Do you acknowledge that our Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus is the sole master of this land?"

“Answer me, soldiers, if you truly praise the glory of Augustus, then step forward, bend your knees, and receive his grace.”

The prisoners stirred as they saw the soldiers set out a long table in front of the young man, and the quartermaster placed bread and fruit on it.

Food and water.

The hope of life.

Their bodies groaned with hunger, the beast within them crashed against the dam of loyalty, the crimson resentment in the sky still regarded them as enemies, and the fallen comrades around them seemed to be a prelude to their end.

Take a step forward.

Just one step forward can stop this cruel torment and bring relief.

So what's there to hesitate about!

Then, someone broke down. A limping man crawled out of the line, wailing and banging his head on the ground. After his blood stained the stones, the soldiers in front finally mercifully made way for him, letting him rush to the dining table and feast.

Once one leads to another, and all it takes to ignite the powder keg is a spark. Following the lame man, more prisoners stumbled to their feet, their eyes revealing a thirst for life, and bowed deeply to the young man standing on the high platform to show their loyalty.

The blood-red clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sun shone brightly on the world once more. The surrendered soldiers greedily consumed the water and meat, as if they had been reborn.

“Enjoy this Holy Communion, and then shed tears of gratitude, for this is the forgiveness His Majesty the Emperor has bestowed upon you.”

After Shuoyue calmly finished speaking, her blood-red eyes swept past the group of defeated dogs whose spines had been broken, locking onto the remaining prisoners who were loyal and unyielding, or who still clung to a glimmer of hope.

"So you want to prove your innocence with your deaths? Very well."

Seeing that the prisoners remained silent, the young man revealed an unusually bright smile.

"Then, let's dig the hole."

The reason why the Servants possessing him are so infamous is precisely because of that infamous massacre.

Moreover, once the recovery is specifically requested, everything will return to normal, so Shuoyue feels even less burdened when doing such things.

Digging?

Under the young man's pitying gaze, the prisoners seemed to realize something, and fear welled up in their eyes.

Before anyone could fawn over them, a warm and enthusiastic voice, as bright as the sun, rang out:

"Hmm! I thought I would still be able to ride alongside the soldiers and fight the enemy, but I didn't expect to win so quickly. You truly deserve to be called the governor!"

Upon hearing that signature interjection, Shuoyue immediately knew which deity had arrived. He sighed deeply, his imposing aura instantly dissipating, and he turned away helplessly.

"Your Majesty... why have you come?"

Standing before Shuoyue was the young emperor, dressed in a bright red dress, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a petite yet voluptuous figure, and a beauty resembling a large blooming rose.

"Hmm! Of course I'm here to inspect the work!" Nero's eyes darted around, naturally not revealing that it was because he was daydreaming. "Speaking of which, I've been running all this way and my stomach is practically empty. Is there anything to eat? I want some meat!"

As she spoke, the girl pouted her red lips and stroked her flat stomach. Her resentful gaze almost made Shuoyue think that she was some kind of villain who had taken advantage of her and then refused to admit it.

"Yes, yes... Please wait a moment, I'll take you to dinner as soon as I've finished dealing with things here."

Even if he wanted to share the joy with the people, Shuoyue would never allow the emperor to eat at the same table as the prisoners of war. He casually responded to Nero's words, thinking about how to fool this foolish emperor, when a young soldier carrying a shovel suddenly ran over, bowed respectfully, and shouted energetically:

"Governor, the tools are ready. How big should the pit be? And where should it be dug?"

New Moon

An extremely awkward silence descended. The young soldier waited for orders like a hot-blooded fool, unaware that while the blond emperor showed an expression of interest, the white-haired governor looked at him as if he were a dead man.

Young man, the ominous star above your head is shining brightly.

Of course, the so-called "mass burial" did not mean digging a pit and burying people alive. Here, Shuoyue was just intimidating the prisoners and did not take it seriously.

Chapter 247 The Flower of Rome, The Love of Rome

All the soldiers in the camp, including prisoners and surrendered soldiers, witnessed a strange scene.

The white-haired governor who had led them to conquer the enemy's encampment with perfect command was now avoiding eye contact, looking rather docile. Their emperor, a petite blonde girl, was staring up at him with an aggressive posture, almost touching him, her emerald eyes filled with curiosity.

"So, what exactly did the child mean by 'digging a hole'?"

"You must have misheard me, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, although I've been getting headaches more and more frequently lately, I'm not usually stupid enough to misunderstand! So—tell me, Governor!"

In the end, Nero simply hugged Sakugetsu's arm and started acting cute.

That face, comparable to the goddess Venus, slowly approached. Her rather daring attire seemed to carry a scorching heat. Shuoyue only glanced at the cleavage in her chest before subconsciously turning her gaze away, but the semi-transparent skirt came into view again.