There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

The volley of projectiles, though sharp, abandoned the rapid and direct shooting characteristics of crossbow bolts, giving the slaves time to dodge.

These peculiar slaves hesitated for less than a fraction of a second before launching an on-the-spot defense with unimaginable agility. They instantly dispersed and escaped the range of the crossbow bolts with incredible foresight. Only a few unlucky ones were unable to escape in time and were pierced by the bolts, lying on the ground like hedgehogs.

"What are you guys doing?! How come you run so skillfully?!" I couldn't help but complain.

The bald man's eyes widened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Boss... is there... any hope for us?"

"It's about 50/50... Oh, I mean your chances of surviving. I'm definitely fine."

My actions were much simpler. I took a small step forward, shielding the bald man behind me, and raised one hand to cover my head. I let the rain of arrows wash over me. Amidst the crackling sounds of the arrows hitting the ground, I stood there motionless, with arrows lying helplessly at my feet. The five-meter square area was filled with crossbow bolts of all sizes.

If Jet Li had had this armor back then to assassinate the Qin emperor, they wouldn't have had to shout "Your Majesty, will you kill me or not?" He could probably have fought his way out of the Qin palace and back in by himself—he could have spent the rest of his life leading tours of the Qin palace.

This is just armor forging. If we go a step further, in the face of true Soviet technology, I don't care if you have no sword in your hand or no sword in your heart. You should first ask if the Tsar Bomba in my hand agrees!

"System notification: Hostile attack detected. Counterattack mode automatically activated!"

The system's voice was as melodious as heavenly music, and my body felt the familiar push-back sensation again. My feet sank a row of deep pits in the ground, and I transformed into a ghost god outside Hulao Pass, holding the steel halberd upside down!

Next up, please welcome our action director – Lü Bu!

Seeing me launch a counter-charge alone, the town's garrison didn't panic. Their rappelling was meant to disperse the slaves and lock onto the real target. It was a consensus that my armor was impervious to blades and spears; at least their crossbows couldn't penetrate it. Therefore, their true killing move only became apparent as I approached.

The commander of this unit was well hidden, dressed as an ordinary soldier and concealed within the ranks, directing the unit's movements through verbal commands. Because they were all wearing helmets, I couldn't pinpoint the enemy by lip movements. Then, a loud shout rang out from within the unit.

"Adapt to the enemy, change formation!"

At my command, the enemy's ironclad formation instantly shifted. Amidst the clanging of armor, the heavily armored soldiers on both sides rapidly converged towards the center, forming a thick and sharp arrowhead. Their swords were sheathed at their waists, ready to be unleashed, and they began their charge towards me.

At first, the pace wasn't fast; it was like a surging tide of people, creating ripples on an inner lake amidst the noise, as they jogged towards me in an orderly fashion, shoulder to shoulder.

But after fifty paces, the legion's speed had reached a considerable level. The enormous inertia stretched the column into a steel torrent. Led by the leading warriors, it accelerated fearlessly, and the shouts they uttered turned into roars that shook the land.

The slaves, hiding to one side, stood shivering in the sun, watching the two opposing camps heading in opposite directions, their eyes never leaving them, and even their breathing became cautious.

On one side was the armored legion led by the loader, which demonstrated astonishing execution and flexible and rapid command in a short period of time. It was clear that these hundred men were worthy of being the town's defensive force. Even if their siege and plundering were unremarkable, when defending the fortress, they could undoubtedly become an impenetrable wall of steel, making even the most fierce enemy attacks futile.

On the other side, there was only a lone figure, holding a steel halberd, charging towards the majority of enemies with almost no fear. His unstoppable figure seemed to have a deep shadow spreading out from under his feet, blocking the blazing sunlight. The farther he ran, the taller his figure became!

I felt my blood boiling, as if I had entered an immersive VR performance and was irresistibly drawn into it. Even without activating the power-up mode, the power burst forth from the depths of my soul like a fountain, transforming into a huge column of water shooting into the sky.

I know this is a sense of pushing one's limits, a kind of sensory enjoyment that is so intense that it's intoxicating and irresistible. Especially on the battlefield, many new recruits, under the stimulation of adrenaline, enter this state, exhibiting aggressive behaviors such as charging into gunfire, fighting with knives without regard for injury, or even biting the enemy.

If these people hadn't successfully unlocked the first stage of their genetic lock, they would have certainly lost their lives.

I don't know which side is acting irrationally; it's about a 50/50 chance. Anyway, the halberd in my hand will speak for me in the next moment, showing them who the true king of this battlefield is!

Chapter 349 Completely Lost

The next moment, the Steel Legion roared and clashed with the stone-masked demon.

They swiftly swung their long-prepared machetes, which were single-edged and thick-spined, making them ideal for slashing. If used by cavalry, this weapon, suitable for one-handed chopping, combined with the momentum of the horse, would give the soldiers a significant advantage as long as they held their swords firmly on horseback.

While the infantrymen before them lacked the impact of horses, they possessed the heavy inertia of running in their heavy armor. They had already wrapped the hilts of their swords with ropes, relying on inertia to inflict powerful wounds on the enemy without much force, while also ensuring that their swords would not fall due to the strong impact.

Sharp blades flashed continuously, these weapons with very small cutting angles, which were very suitable for slashing, were used on the enemies in front of them. Before they even got close to them, the swift blade shadows were already flashing, like a letter from the Grim Reaper.

But the moment the two collided, a sudden change occurred.

I, who had been charging forward relentlessly, suddenly stopped running. The long halberd I was dragging backwards was like a dragon emerging from the sea, slicing across the dry and broken land. It struck upwards at the speed of light, creating a flash of silver light.

The armored soldier who stood in front of my halberd felt the weight of the cleaver he was wielding disappear, his hand went empty, and his bright vision quickly became chaotic, with the strange sight of his left eye seeing his right eye.

The soldiers behind him were even more terrified, for they discovered that their comrades who had charged ahead of them had been cleaved in two, their bodies scattered and blood and internal organs rapidly turning to mud on the ground. Only a shattered, half-man-high machete was still spinning in the air and flying into the sky.

In the next instant, my figure vanished from the spot, bursting into the tip of the enemy's crumbling arrowhead formation. My steel halberd slashed mercilessly, swiftly drawing a perfect circle along my body.

Faced with the steel halberds that were extremely effective at piercing armor, the iron-clad soldiers of the town's guard legion seemed to be wearing only paper armor. They were cut into smooth planes without even a moment's resistance. Wherever the halberd blades went, they instantly stirred up a storm of blood and gore, creating several times more dead bodies and severed limbs, as well as countless internal organs.

"If it were Lü Bu who came, you would all be dead!"

I announced my arrival in a low voice, but I wasn't too satisfied with the result. The enemy was clearly trying to limit my momentum with their dense formation and armor, preventing me from making another seven-in-seven-out run.

Although this assault shattered their armor and demoralized them, it still failed to achieve a tactical breakthrough or penetrate the enemy's dense formation. This demonstrates that their tactics were still effective.

"Fall back! Change formation!"

The loud voice rang out again, and then the surviving armored soldiers dispersed from the middle to both sides, quickly forming two dense teams that surrounded me from the left and right.

I swung my halberd, splattering blood and filth from the blade onto the dirty ground. Just as I was about to launch a second charge against the enemy, I sensed a sharp killing intent.

The colonist system controlled me to turn around and dodge a swift attack. Only then did I realize that these people were different from before. If I could defend myself, the system would never move. This behavior indicated that the system had keenly sensed that the attack was aimed at my exposed parts and would cause me effective damage.

The soldiers who had been brandishing their shields had taken advantage of the change of formation to retreat to the back of the ranks, and were replaced by a group of fierce soldiers holding large shields and wielding sharp blades.

If the armored soldiers from before were silent guardians, then these new enemies are assassins brimming with murderous intent. Relying on their renowned swift tactics and agile bodies, they hold their shields tightly to their chests, gripping their sword hilts firmly. Once these soldiers find an opening, they will chop a human body to pieces with their swords.

The enemies on both sides moved with light steps, fiercely attacking me. They gripped their short swords and thrust them straight forward.

They first aimed their daggers at my abdomen and sides, hoping to pierce my chest and enter my body. But these areas were well protected by iron armor, and the heavy daggers couldn't even leave a mark on them. So they began to aim their daggers at my knees and ankles, preparing to knock me to the ground and then deliver the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, they didn't have enough time.

The continuous close-range attacks from both sides not only compressed my space for maneuver, preventing me from launching my fierce attacks like a raging river, but also made me spend some time dodging and looking for an opportunity to launch an attack.

However, the tactics of the colonists are never bound by details. Even if you give me a toothpick, I can make a big difference. Therefore, in this brief unfavorable situation, I quickly threw the steel halberd into the crowd.

The powerful halberd struck an oncoming soldier, whose leather armor, worn for agility, was pierced through in an instant. Then came the second, the third, the fourth, until the fifth man's thigh was easily amputated before being deeply embedded in the ground.

"The enemy has lost their weapons! Increase the attack!"

The hidden commander was also a ruthless man. He showed no heartache at the loss of his soldiers. Instead, he calmly issued the order for a general offensive, confirming that I had lost my sharpest weapon and that the battle was about to be reversed!

Indeed, the reason I have been invincible until now is because I have indestructible armor and an unbreakable halberd. Without either of them, I would not dare to be so reckless.

But they made a mistake. When they thought I had tested my limits, I had only just begun to play my first card. I was far from being at my wit's end.

I deftly dodged a soldier who lunged at me with a blade, and my left hand shot out like a ghost, striking the soldier's wrist joint, before I disarmed him with my bare hands...

Well, in this unlucky guy's eyes, it was my hand that suddenly reached out, palm slightly open, and I sucked away the armor-piercing short sword made of fine iron from his hand!

I gripped the dagger and deftly delivered a final blow to his neck, swiftly ending his life. Then, as if I had eyes in the back of my head, I turned around and, with the dagger in hand, parried another assassin's attack.

In his eyes, the short sword in his hand seemed to have a consciousness at the moment of close combat, and suddenly broke free from his hand. The other party caught it and stabbed it into his abdomen!

Then a scene unfolded on the field that left them all completely bewildered.

Everyone who engaged me in close combat immediately faltered, their countless hours of practiced assassination techniques becoming erratic. Their blades moved and danced involuntarily with my movements, as if they were martial artists practicing a routine in coordination with their opponent.

Then the disobedient short sword would fly into his hand from afar, becoming a deadly weapon in his grasp, making their assassination attempt seem utterly ridiculous.

"This First Dimension Magnetic Armguard that Gray created is really useful..."

I exclaimed from the bottom of my heart,

Chapter 350 Within Seven Minutes

Disarm!

A frenzied surrender!

As their figures shifted unpredictably, the sharp short swords in their hands changed hands one after another, appearing on the chests of their original owners.

The sword-and-shield soldiers who were besieging the town fell in droves like wheat being harvested, their large leather shields thudding to the ground in waves. Due to the need for a pincer movement, the rest of the town's garrison had retreated fifty paces away, forming ranks far from the battleground, leaving a large, uninhabited area that neither slaves nor soldiers dared to set foot in.

If nothing else had gone wrong, I could have killed all these skilled assassins. Just as only magic can defeat magic, assassins love to see brave and reckless opponents, but they fear equally cunning and ruthless assassins the most.

Unfortunately, I am someone who completely overwhelms them in both skill and strength.

But a troublemaker still appeared, and the commander's voice remained loud and unrepentant: "Discard your swords! Switch to a shield formation! Retreat fifty paces!"

The sword-and-shield assassins, who had been mostly killed, finally seemed to wake up from a dream, throwing their short swords as if they had been electrocuted, as if they were avoiding their old, reliable tools at all costs.

In fact, they should have realized the problem much earlier, but the situation on the battlefield changed so quickly that their awareness couldn't keep up. Once they fell into my trap, it took them several times the effort to break free.

But this commander, observing from the sidelines, is someone I deeply fear. He's in the midst of the battle, yet his gaze always transcends the situation, always able to find the optimal solution to break the deadlock. But since your voice isn't among these swordsmen and shieldmen, I know where to look…

After throwing their short swords, the sword-and-shield soldiers quickly approached in groups of three or five, back to back, shields raised, shouting loudly to confirm the location of their comrades. These groups then coalesced into a shield formation of about twenty men, their large shields interconnected to distribute the force received from one point, thus enhancing their resilience.

Such shield formations offer strong defensive capabilities on flat ground, and when well-coordinated, can withstand stray arrows and enemy charges on the battlefield. If soldiers wielding exceptionally long spears are mixed in, they can even restrain cavalry charges and counter early-game cavalry units.

If I had my steel halberd in hand, such defense would be useless to me; a single swing would slice me and my shield in two.

However, I only have arm armor available now. I went forward and tried to attack the shield array, but I only hit one shield. The force weakened as it was transmitted through the layers of shields.

The pool of blood on the ground showed that the person I hit had been spitting blood and was injured. However, under the immense force, the shield formation not only did not collapse, but quickly rearranged itself, hiding the wounded in the formation, while the healthy soldiers plugged the gaps, and the group continued to retreat.

"This tortoise shell is so hard... If only I hadn't thrown the halberd..."

I muttered a complaint, only to find that the halberds I had thrown, along with the corpses, had already been quietly taken away. I walked to the center of the arena, reattached the demagnetized gauntlets to my left arm armor, silently exited counterattack mode, and shouted at the trembling slaves below the city wall behind me.

"Hey you rescuers over there! Get some higher ground and report if there are any signs of other enemy troops!"

Upon hearing my command, the slave ranks quickly stirred. Several slaves near the city wall exchanged bewildered glances, then formed a human ladder and leaned against the three-meter-high wall to peer out, trembling as they reported to me, "M-Master...we don't see anything around here..."

Watching these guys act, I couldn't help but complain, "Duh! If the enemy were this close, would we need a sniper to report colors? The cooks could see everything!"

I shouted at the bald man over there, "You go! Observe which direction in the town shows signs of dust rising or a large army moving!"

Upon receiving the order, the bald man became much more professional, climbing onto the human ladder formed by the slaves. After shading his eyes with his hand for a long time, he quickly replied, "Boss! I didn't see it!"

If we didn't see them, things are easier. In short, we can't let these people escape unscathed, or at least we can't allow them to leave the battlefield with combat capability. Otherwise, even if these troops don't have the ability to kill me, they can still use tactics to constantly harass and slow down my progress, affecting my escape plan.

I made such a big commotion in the middle of the day to catch them off guard and launch the first attack before the loader's leader had finished mobilizing for war. If we can't even deal with these melee infantrymen, then the troops behind us will have even less chance of a quick victory.

Based on the distance, I probably only have seven minutes to get rid of the harassment.

"You're the ones who're throwing your lives away, it's not up to me anymore..."

I clenched my fist and saw that the soldiers in their shield formations were gradually approaching the main force, with only about twenty steps left.

"Attention! Form dense formations! Prepare for the impact!"

As soon as I started running, the commander on the other side guessed my intention and immediately issued a defensive order.

One crucial aspect of being a frontline commander is having independent judgment. While a strategist with a comprehensive grasp of the overall situation might utter phrases like "remain unchanged amidst change," a frontline commander absolutely cannot. Overly conservative and rigid tactics will allow the opponent to probe the team's habits, much like a person's preferred footwork—whether they step with their left or right foot first, or whether they are left- or right-handed. Once these details are uncovered, they will become the opponent's winning weapon.

Therefore, even the worst decision is better than no decision at all. The orders quickly issued by the enemy commander were carried out well. The gaps between the shields tightened once again, and the personnel inside the shields huddled together, preparing to receive the impact and deflect the force in a special posture.

I had already exited counterattack mode and started acting autonomously, so I didn't use any magical movement like teleportation. I relied solely on my physical abilities to run at high speed and arrived at my position in much less time than the enemy commander had anticipated. At that moment, he had just finished speaking less than five seconds ago.

The soldiers behind the shield formation planted their shields, the side facing away from me, into the ground to support their weight, keeping their legs firmly planted and not moving, doing their utmost to support the soldiers facing me.

I stood before the shield array, my right hand gripping my waist, gathering strength. I imagined holding a tomorrow sun in my palm, countless rays of light and intense heat emanating from it, ready to break free and return to the heavens at any moment. And I was doing everything in my power to control this unruly sun…