Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

When Ron got down the mountain, he heard a lot of information from Victor.

Although we managed to hold the line today, the losses were heavy.

Baron Eric's side suffered over twenty deaths and was wounded himself. The other lords weren't in much better shape.

Ron nodded and asked, "What about Buck?"

Victor paused for a moment: "Bark's side... there's been no movement. His men haven't moved an inch from beginning to end."

Ron's expression was strange, and Laun muttered to himself:

"No wonder."

After chatting with Victor for a while, all the lords arrived, and Viscount Daniel officially began the meeting.

Daniel: "The orcs' offensive was too fierce. Although we repelled them today, we suffered heavy casualties."

"The three-day rotation plan we discussed before seems a bit unrealistic now. How about we change it to a one-day rotation instead?"

"This also gives the wounded soldiers time to recover. This proposal was approved by most of the lords."

Ron, however, was frowning.

I can't just guard the hillside today and then go to the front to carry the load tomorrow.

Isn't this bullying honest people?!

Ron protested, "Viscount, our hillside also suffered an orc attack today, and the losses were considerable. We can't just go straight to the front lines!"

The lord guarding the other side of the hillside also came out to echo this.

Viscount Daniel frowned in thought.

Just then, an annoying voice came:

"I think Baron Ron should stop trying to be special. Why can everyone else do it but you can't?"

It's Buck's illegitimate son.

Ron's face turned ashen. Who let their pants down?! They exposed you!!

He replied in an unfriendly tone:

"Baron Buck thinks my request is unreasonable? Then let's switch!"

Buck retorted sarcastically, "That's how it was arranged before, you can't just change it like that. This is the military, not your territory."

Buck didn't notice the change in Daniel's expression. Daniel had just changed the military order, and Buck's words immediately darkened his face. But Buck continued.

Then Daniel interrupted him:

"Baron Ron's request makes some sense. The hillside can be considered a front line, so let's take turns guarding it."

Ron naturally agreed when he heard that Daniel had made a decision, but Buck felt that he had lost face.

Not daring to refute the Viscount, he instead looked at Ron with even greater dissatisfaction.

After the meeting, Buck found Ron.

"Does Baron Ron have a problem with my appointment as captain?" Buck asked in an unfriendly tone.

He stared at Ron, waiting for an answer.

This is making things difficult for me.

This bastard doesn't really think he can command the other lords, does he? Didn't you see that the corps commander himself commands a large battalion, his own men? Doesn't he directly manage the various lords?

Ron wouldn't tolerate him.

"Baron Cucumber should mind his own business, lest he be unable to get an erection on the battlefield tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving Buck standing there in a fit of rage.

Back at the camp, Ron left the guard duties to Lauenhart and his men, while he continued his training.

After the battle ended today, while the fighting was still raging down the mountain, Ron secretly collected the corpses of those orc warriors.

It was inhaled into the Demon Refining Pot along with the core, and now it has been refined and is about to taste its saltiness.

After downing a mouthful of the original liquid, Ron felt every cell in his body tremble, a tingling, numb sensation.

It felt like stepping into a heated room from a rainy or snowy winter day, enveloped in warmth and comfort.

Compared to the previous original solution, this one provides a more noticeable boost to the body.

In the comparative experiment, Ron no longer cares about those monster essences.

After absorbing the original liquid, Ron began cultivating his battle aura. Since switching cultivation methods, Ron no longer felt any obstacles in his progress towards becoming a high-ranking knight squire.

With the help of various cultivation techniques and high-grade magic potions brought by Liulichuan, his battle qi level is rising rapidly.

One night passed.

Ron handed over the garrison to another lord.

Today, Ron and his men don't need to be on the front lines, but they must be ready to provide support at any time. They can't let the orcs break through the front lines and cause a rout.

The orcs' attacks were as fierce as ever today, but thankfully the lines held.

However, when Ron saw Buck withdrawing from the front lines with a dark expression, he knew that Buck had also suffered significant losses.

The next day, it was Ron's turn to go to the front lines.

Victor said with a pained expression, "Brother Ron, this is really hard to defend. I was so scared last night that I didn't sleep a wink."

He took over the position from Victor. Victor then hurried off to rest.

Ron greeted Eric at the nearby camp and then arranged for people to be stationed there.

The air on the battlefield was thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh, a pungent smell that made one want to vomit.

The ground was covered with dried bloodstains, dark brown in color, and sticky to the touch.

The trench was piled with corpses that had not yet been cleared away, some human and some orc, lying haphazardly together.

Ron glanced at his defensive zone: a section of fence teetering on the verge of collapse, behind which lay several shallow trenches.

Further on were newly built, half-finished fortifications, without even a complete bunker.

Hart ordered his soldiers to quickly repair the fortifications, rebuilding as much as possible before the orcs attacked.

Ron didn't speak, he just stared into the distance.

In the morning mist, the orc camp was indistinct, with the sounds of horns rising and falling, and the deep beat of war drums, each one like a blow to the heart.

As the sun rose, the orcs' attack began again.

This time, Ron is facing off against the orc army head-on.

The orcs on the other side seemed to have not decreased at all, still surging in like a torrent.

"Fire!" Hart shouted.

The archers drew their bows taut, and arrows rained down upon the swarm of lizards. Several fell, but many more had already reached the edge of the trench.

The lizardmen nimbly leaped over the trenches, some even stepping on the corpses of their companions to climb up, hissing and making strange noises.

After several volleys of arrows, the soldiers took cover behind their bunkers and continued thrusting forward with their spears.

There were so many orcs that you could hit them almost without aiming. The orcs on the other side just kept charging forward despite the spears.

Occasionally, a few Qi Warriors would appear, their role being to pierce through the defenses like spearheads.

The Cavaliers must act quickly.

Ron drew his sword, his fighting spirit swirling, and with each strike, he took down an orc. Blood splattered all over his face, but he didn't bother wiping it away as he moved on to the next one.

The number of orcs is increasing, and they are no longer limited to lizardmen. Ron alone has seen more than a dozen races.

Fortunately, Ron's team wasn't the only one on the defensive line; there were nearly a thousand men defending the entire mountain pass.

Even so, the orcs seemed to stretch endlessly.

Having withstood the first wave of attacks, Ron quickly restored the knights' fighting spirit, and "healing potions" had already been distributed to every soldier.

The orcs' offensive didn't stop for long before a second wave arrived.