A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Hmph, forget it." Ines followed W back to the prepared position.

Chapter 109 The hero is made

The sun, trailing a crimson afterglow, was about to sink behind the mountains.

Nikolai strode through the army of ten thousand, his boots echoing dully as they struck the frozen ground. Looking around, beneath every double-headed eagle banner fluttering in the cold wind, his Ursus elite troops were ready for battle.

"In the past, I served as a foot soldier, following the late emperor across the battlefield. Now, I wield a spear and armor, commanding thousands of soldiers, all thanks to my merits in countless battles!" Nicholas stood on the towering reviewing stand, looking down at the Ursus soldiers lined up in battle formation.

"With external wars raging, we soldiers have virtually no opportunity to use our skills and little chance of advancement. Now, with bandits and thieves running rampant within our borders, it is our time to purge these infiltrators and prove to His Majesty the sharpness of the Ursus Empire's powerful weapons. We have trained you for a thousand days; whether you rise above others depends entirely on this battle! Is there anyone willing to draw their sword for His Majesty, for our glory?"

Upon hearing the sound, the soldiers lined up below straightened their backs, their armor clanging.

"These mere bandits from the mountains are hardly worth a fight. Yet I must remind you—do not underestimate the enemy. Do not forget the treacherous nature of the people in this harsh, cold far north, and do not waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

He raised his long whip and lashed it heavily against the railing, his piercing gaze sweeping across the entire area: "Sweep away the rebels, and establish our glory today! Follow me into the icy peaks, and wipe out their strongholds! The glory of Ursus grants us strength!"

"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!"

A roar like a landslide and a tsunami resounded through the sky. Ursus soldiers shouted slogans, their blood boiling with fervor. Although Ursus was militaristic and aggressive, it was precisely because of this that every soldier, especially the young ones, wanted to prove themselves through war and force, and to rebuild Ursus's glory and splendor.

Ursus has not fought a war for many years, and the Third and Fourth Armies, having been exiled as the defeated side in the past great rebellion and civil war, are left hanging on this icy plain and are not valued.

Now, a chance to turn their lives around lies before them: eliminating the unstable internal strife on the icy plains. Only then can their achievements be recognized by the emperor and other high-ranking officials. Only then will they be worthy of being valued and promoted from this impoverished and remote place.

"The vanguard will lead the charge, splitting into two groups and advancing up the mountain! Focus on breaking through the bandits in the northwest corner, but don't let those in the southwest corner escape either. They are outnumbered and fighting on two fronts, so they'll inevitably be unable to defend both! The engineering teams will continue to widen the roads leading up the dense forest to the mountain, allowing weapons to be transported to the front. The main force will establish a defensive line to prevent any unforeseen events," Colonel Nikolai ordered.

One order after another was carried out, and the war machine of Ursus began to take shape. Unlike those arrogant and domineering guerrillas, they obeyed orders and began to proceed in an orderly manner according to the battle plan. The 1000-strong vanguard was slowly splitting into 200 and 800 units and beginning to move towards the southwest and northwest positions.

On the mountain, Wang Chong, who had been observing everything through the black mist, narrowed his eyes and said, "We really can't underestimate the Ursus Empire. Despite its deep-seated problems, it still has such a well-trained army. If all the army groups in Ursus were this brave and of such high quality, it would be extremely difficult for the Reunion Movement to overthrow this empire on its own."

"Hehe... That's inevitable. Although Ursus is corrupt, its weapons are still sharp. Otherwise, why would those covetous enemy nations around it always be wary and dare not easily divide up the Ursus Empire? The glory forged during the reign of the late emperor still benefits the army to this day." At this moment, the figure of a black snake emerged from the black mist and spoke slowly.

"So this is your reason and confidence to be so crazy as to drag Ursus and Yan Kingdom into the vortex of war? Black Serpent, you not only underestimate Yan Kingdom, but also overestimate these rotten insects like Ursus. You think there are only two possible outcomes: either victory to reforge the Radiant Flame, or defeat to turn into ruins, and then rebuild anew from those ruins?"

"But the fate of Ursus, with its relentless militarism, is only one: complete fragmentation under the flames of war, the loss of imperial power, the supremacy of military power, the regional warlordism, and the alliances and conflicts among the various states, each supporting these warlords as their representatives in an endless, dark war. Ultimately, it will be reduced to utter ruin through internal strife, and Ursus will become history, and can only become history," Wang Chong said with a cold smile.

“Of course I know. If I hadn’t witnessed your wisdom, how would I know how to save Ursus?” Black Serpent sighed, then said, “I have already quietly spread your ideas at the university in Saint-Germain. I believe it won’t be long before these ideas sweep through the intellectuals of Ursus. They are all young people, the future of Ursus. Now Ursus is about to be transformed.”

"As for the Empire's weapons... they are not immune to decay. The troops you are facing are the Second Division of the First Corps of the Fourth Army of Ursus, which is already one of the elite units in the Fourth Army. If even such troops were completely rotten, Ursus would not need my intervention; the time for the division of the kingdoms would have already begun long ago," the Black Serpent said slowly.

"So that's how it is, elite troops, huh? Heh, that's exactly what I'm going to do. This time, let's make this the battle that will make Reunion famous." Wang Chong said, changing the title representing Reunion from "just beginning to show its strength" to "emerging to make a name for itself." Since their strength has already been discovered, there's no need to hide it anymore.

This is perfect, as it directly boosts the morale of my troops by 30% and increases their combat effectiveness by 10%. With this, we'll be absolutely certain of victory against that 10,000-strong army. If we're going to win, we must win decisively! A complete victory! Let the entire Ursus know what a terrifying rebel army has emerged on their territory.

"Ding—Detected that the Reunion Movement's forces are under siege by the native Ursus army, side mission activated: First Defensive Counterattack. Command the Reunion Movement's troops to successfully repel this 10,000-strong siege army and achieve victory. Mission rewards: 1000 Villain Points, 3 Epic Lottery Draws. Additional bonus: Currently, one reputation point will be awarded for each enemy killed."

At this moment, the system finally released the side quest. Seeing the rewards, Wang Chong nodded slightly. 1000 villain points and 3 epic draws were quite a good deal. As for reputation points, Wang Chong didn't think about it much, because the reputation points he was gaining were currently very small. But every little bit helps; he would just try to eliminate as many enemies as possible later.

"However, there is something that puzzles me. With your strength, sir, those mere 1 people should be no match for you at all, so why did you..." Black Serpent didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

"Ha, Black Serpent, if what you say is true, then the entire Ursus combined is no match for me. Wouldn't it be the fastest result if I just wiped out the entire Ursus leadership and army, and then directly appointed Talulah as Empress? If I kill anyone who resists, then do I have to kill until no one resists anymore? And then there won't be any dissenting voices in the entire court? That's not how you fight a war, and that's not how you rule a country." Wang Chong chuckled and shook his head.

“Without struggle, without hardship and obstacles… even if I handed this position to Talulah, she wouldn’t be able to hold it. Even if I handed this country over to the Reunion Movement, they wouldn’t be able to defend it. I can provide them with some protection, but what they want, they have to fight for themselves.”

Even the Patriots know that they won't easily make a move until the very last moment. Soldier against soldier, general against general. Only soldiers who have experienced blood and death can see further, know how to fight, and understand how to become stronger and improve themselves. Only then can they keep up with the pace of those of us who have already distanced ourselves from them. Perhaps they are like ants in front of the strong now, but who knows if these ants will transform into new dragons in the future?

Wang Chong slowly said, "Which strong person sweeps across everyone on this land from the moment they are born? Aren't they all outstanding individuals who have emerged from the masses? And I am here to mold the largest group on this land into the largest number of strong people. This is my creation of heroes, where everyone can be a hero, everyone can be a dragon."

"Heroes are forged, and everyone becomes a dragon..." Black Serpent murmured eight words, his eyes gleaming. "No wonder Your Excellency focuses your attention on those seemingly weak yet vastly different ordinary people. Indeed, throughout history, even Emperor Igor, who created the Ursus Empire, was merely a commoner forcibly conscripted into the army. He continuously improved himself during his military career, repeatedly achieving great feats and becoming a hero in the eyes of the Eagle Empire and the people of Ursus. Later, when the Eagle Empire decayed, Igor, through his personal charisma, formed a rebel army, ultimately overthrowing the corrupt Eagle Empire and establishing the Ursus Empire. Throughout the Emperor's life, countless honors and legends were bestowed upon him, but who knew that he was once just an ordinary citizen forcibly conscripted into the army?"

“Old Black Snake, the fact that you can understand this point through the legendary experiences of Emperor Igor proves that your knowledge over the years has not been in vain.” Wang Chong crossed his arms and quietly waited for the battle to begin.

"Just watch, Black Serpent, see how each member of Reunion forges their own legend," Wang Chong said slowly.

"Well, I'll wait and see," the black snake said slowly.

Chapter 110 The Defeated Vanguard

A biting wind howled across the mountain ridge, its razor-sharp air cutting through the soldiers' armor. Suddenly, a whooshing sound echoed along the mountain path, like a flock of eagles swooping down.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

"Raise your shields! Fire in the direction the crossbow bolts came from!"

At the southwest corner of the mountain road, the battle broke out first, with flashes of blood and screams filling the air. Arrows, whistling through the air, tore through the air with precision like the kiss of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of the enemy. One by one, the Ursus vanguard soldiers seemed to be targeted by an invisible reaper, falling to their deaths without warning.

They used optical camouflage to conceal themselves and their ghost squad, moving stealthily through various passes and launching the first offensive against the Ursus soldiers.

Faust and his Ghost Squad, relying on their Originium Arts and optical camouflage, moved silently through various passes, like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness. Faust himself, in particular, appeared and disappeared like a phantom; every time he appeared, a head fell, and every sniper shot claimed a life.

In the first volley of fire, the Ursus soldiers were caught off guard by this surprise attack, and more than twenty of their comrades were killed instantly, losing a tenth of their numbers. However, the Ursus soldiers were not fools; the heavy infantry immediately responded, forming a shield wall like an iron wall. The heavy infantry led the way to hold off the fire, archers provided volley fire, and halberdiers and melee soldiers advanced slowly under the protection of the heavy infantry.

"call out--!"

"Ugh! Ah!"

A burly, heavily armored warrior felt a sharp pain in his chest and collapsed heavily to the ground. A crossbow bolt, glowing with a purple light, was like a vengeful sword from hell, easily piercing the warrior's sturdy shield and ending his life. The arrow, carrying a violent force, even sent soldiers flying.

In an instant, a fatal crack appeared in the defensive line. Before the enemy could react, dozens of arrows rained down, ruthlessly reaping lives.

"Damn it... What's going on with that crossbow bolt! It can't even stop a giant shield?" The commander of the Ursus vanguard gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage. He immediately adjusted his formation, filled the gap, and continued to advance slowly, while ordering his crossbowmen to continue suppressing fire in the direction from which the bolt had come.

"Where are these guys hiding! Even if they've gone invisible, the volley should have killed them just now! Damn it!" the commander cursed inwardly.

The crossbows clattered incessantly, unleashing a deluge of arrows. Yet, the invisible demons remained elusive, always striking at the most opportune moment. Like legendary hunters, their movements were elusive, their attacks ruthless and deadly, plunging this well-trained army into an endless nightmare.

The stench of death permeated the battlefield, and blood stained the winding mountain path. No one knew where these terrifying ghosts would appear from next, or how they would end more lives. They were like messengers sent by death, swift yet deadly, bringing with them an unending reign of terror.

The shield guards and Reunion heavy infantrymen, who were standing on high ground gazing down at the situation below, exchanged bewildered glances.

“This…we don’t need to lift a finger. Faust has almost crushed them already,” one of the shield guards said.

"The same goes for those Phantom Crossbowmen. I really don't know how Mr. Wang Chong trained them. Now their combat strength is completely on par with the elite troops of Ursus. Under Faust's Originium Arts, those Phantom Crossbowmen are truly a ghostly force, living up to their name. Tsk tsk, this kid has really made something of himself. He's catching up with us old guys. The younger generation is truly formidable." Another Shield Guard said with a smile.

"Don't be too happy yet. This is just the enemy's vanguard; the main force hasn't arrived yet. You and I both know exactly how the army group's meat grinder tactics work. Tell Faust not to go overboard. Conserving energy on the battlefield is key," a more composed shield guard said.

"The arrows...are even sharper." Faust felt the force of the crossbow bolts as he silently assessed the situation. He found himself unusually elated today, his condition far superior to anything he'd ever been. Was it because his teacher's speech had moved him once again? Faust wondered. Although he couldn't quite grasp the underlying principle, he knew he needed to rely on his current excellent condition to scatter the enemy force before him as much as possible.

“Faust… the Shield Guards told us not to overexert ourselves. This is just the enemy's vanguard; we need to conserve our strength for a protracted battle.” A phantom crossbowman from the Ghost Squad came to Faust with the message.

“…Alright. But let us break through twice more before retreating. We definitely need to rest.” Faust assessed the condition of his men and the enemy's current strength, which was now more than half gone, then nodded and began to slowly pull the battle line back.

In the current battle, only two Phantom Crossbowmen were wounded by arrows due to delayed retreat. Fortunately, they were mostly minor injuries and did not affect their operations. Even if the two were withdrawn to rest, it would not affect the firepower of the dozens of Phantom Crossbowmen.

……

The flames of war began to spread to the northwest corner of the mountain, and a fierce battle was about to begin. The vanguard slowly began to ascend the slope, but unexpectedly, they had only gone a short distance when a series of deafening explosions erupted. In an instant, snow swirled, smoke filled the air, and flames, like blooming flowers of death, burst forth amidst the white snow. The violent explosions shook the entire valley, and the scalding heatwave was almost suffocating.

"Enemy attack! Cover! It's a booby trap!"

A Ursus warrior's piercing scream was drowned out by the continuous roar. Their formation was ripped apart in the explosions. The booby traps, meticulously laid by W using Originium Arts, instantly engulfed the dozens of warriors at the forefront in the vortex of explosions. Scorching heatwaves mixed with metal fragments swept across the battlefield, screams echoing everywhere. In just a single exchange, dozens of the eight hundred vanguard soldiers had already died, and hundreds more had suffered varying degrees of injury. Wails and roars mingled and reverberated, blood-stained snow flying everywhere.

"Boom boom boom!"

Before they could even recover, another deafening roar erupted. Amidst the howling wind, dozens of dazzling Originium spells shot out from above the hillside, precisely locking onto their location. A blinding light instantly engulfed the entire battlefield, and the scorching energy distorted the air itself. A barrage of explosions followed, the overwhelming firepower leaving the vanguard forces completely disoriented.

"What's the situation? Report the enemy's deployment immediately!" The only voice still retaining rationality on the battlefield came from their commander of eight hundred men.

At the same time, the sound of arrows piercing the night was followed by a flash of cold light as numerous arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, bombarding both flanks. The arrow rain was so dense that it left nothing but blood and gore in its wake. Several scouts in light armor, who had just received their commander's orders and were peeking out to assess the situation, were struck in the vitals by the sharp arrows and fell backward to the ground.

"Damn it... retreat first, have the heavy armored soldiers raise their shields to block those Originium spells. Crossbowmen, fire at the location where the spell was cast! Ranged fire in three alternating groups! Don't give them a chance to show themselves!" The commander of the vanguard in the northwest gave orders. After suffering losses from landmines buried in the snowdrifts, the vanguard had no choice but to retreat first, readjust their tactics, and launch a new attack.

On the hillside, the Sarkaz mercenaries, who had been holed up in their fortifications, cheered excitedly as they watched the enemy retreat. One Sarkaz swordsman even stood up and shouted, "Charge out now and slice all these cowards in half! Hahahaha!"

"I'll get you (Sarkaz profanity)! Get down on your knees!"

However, before the Sarkaz swordsman could finish speaking, W kicked him to the ground. The spot where he had just stood up was now pierced by a powerful crossbow bolt, embedded in the earthen wall, sending dirt flying.

"You're rushing in for such a paltry gain? Forget about exposing your strength and the risk of being surrounded by the enemy's main force. Do you even know where I laid those mines? You're just blindly charging in! If you want to die, go ahead and do it yourself, don't drag the rest of us down with you." W cursed, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd before he said, "Without my order, anyone who dares to charge will be the first to die. Don't think you're invincible just because you're wearing the Black Mist Armor. That thing has its limits. Don't forget what happened to Garsen!"

"All of you, behave yourselves. I have a way to keep you all alive and earn the greatest credit. Each of you, start by using ranged weapons to fight fiercely. Those who don't know how to use them, obediently do your work, carrying arrows and other supplies for your teammates, loading spare crossbows, and make sure the crossbow magazines are fully loaded!!!"

As she spoke, she took out a specially made crossbow, her Originium Arts surging in her palm and flowing into the crossbow. In an instant, the crossbow bolt burst forth with a blinding red light, like a meteor falling to earth. When it hit the enemy's cumbersome, heavily armored soldiers, it exploded into brilliant sparks, killing or wounding the heavily armored soldiers hit in the center.

One shot after another, accompanied by a deafening roar, the thick armored defenses were instantly riddled with holes by W's explosion. The lightly armed infantry, completely unprotected, became sitting ducks, falling one after another in the storm of arrows, their blood pooling.

"BOOM! Hahahaha, keep firing!" A smug glint flashed in W's eyes. "This is just the beginning of the real show..."

Chapter 111 The Arrival of the Main Force

As the sun sets, its afterglow turns blood-red, and twilight soon blankets the earth. The two battlefields still rage, the fighting unabated, the crimson sunset illuminating this battle fought against all odds.

The Reunion Movement, having rested and prepared, and with a calculated strategy, routed the 1000-strong vanguard force on both the southwest and northwest battlefields. With over half killed or wounded, only about 400 men fled in disarray, giving the Reunion Movement forces on both fronts a much-needed respite. Before the enemy's main force arrived, the Reunion Movement soldiers ate large loaves of bread that had been prepared beforehand to stave off hunger and temporarily regroup.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Down in the dense forest, Colonel Nikolai and other senior officers rode in military off-road vehicles alongside the main force. Heavy tires pounded the muddy road, and the military radio crackled, transmitting the latest battle updates from the front lines.

"Colonel, we are about to arrive at the battlefield," the driver reported to Colonel Nikolai, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Hmph." Nikolai glanced coldly out the window at the remnants of the vanguard, dragging their weary bodies and filled with terror as they returned to rest. A shadow crossed the eyes of this seasoned veteran, and his tightly pursed lips twitched slightly. This outcome truly infuriated him.

"Colonel," the officer beside him said, "it's getting dark, and it might be unwise to press on now. If we drag this out into the night, it could be disadvantageous for our army."

"I know perfectly well that the original plan was for the vanguard to fight these bandits who stole our weapons. Even if the vanguard didn't win, they would still bring back enough results and intelligence. But I never expected them to lose so humiliatingly, getting completely overwhelmed by the enemy's firepower. Not only did they fail to bring back any intelligence about the enemy's deployment and specific strength, but they also suffered heavy losses. This forced me to have the main force wash away this humiliation, otherwise, after a night of this... hehe, I'm afraid our army's morale will drop tomorrow, making it even more difficult to climb the mountain!"

Nikolai smiled coldly, pondered for a moment, and continued, "Now, we must figure out the enemy's deployment and fight this battle well. We are not afraid of the enemy, but only of the unknown! Our army only needs to force the enemy back up the mountain before the sun completely sets, and find out their number and situation. That will be the completion of our mission. Then we can withdraw and reorganize."

He paused, his eyes blazing: "Those bandits stole our weapons, equipment, and supplies, but they also showed me their true strength. Heh, did they think they could rival my Ursus elite just because they got these weapons? With the last glimmer of light before nightfall, I'll force them to reveal their true colors!"

……

In the southwest corner, Faust, using the dim light, had returned to the foot of the mountain. Every few steps, he encountered a cold, lifeless Ursus corpse. Faust stood alone at the foot of the mountain, littered with corpses, his dark figure blending into the darkness.

On the desolate battlefield, only the cold, lifeless bodies spoke of the cruelty that had followed. He looked down at the Ursus soldiers lying dead at his feet, his eyelids lowered, as if contemplating the best angle of attack. These departed souls would soon become his prey.

"Faust...they're here again!" However, a hurried voice came from nearby. Faust immediately activated his Originium Arts, squinting as he looked down. He saw a dense, dark army approaching.

Faust roughly counted them, his heart sinking slightly. A force of nearly 1000 men was approaching. Although he knew he would eventually face a situation where he was one against ten, the boy still felt extremely nervous as he witnessed the thousand-strong army closing in.

However, in the instant this emotion arose, an equally soaring fighting spirit was also born. So what if the enemy had a thousand men? On this treacherous mountain path, even a thousand men would have to advance in a serpentine pattern, at most able to form five columns. Moreover… under Wang Chong's guidance, he had already prepared a deadly weapon for this purpose!

His geographical advantage was his strongest ally, coupled with his meticulously planned weapons... the scales of victory had already tipped in his favor.

"Tell the others to check the condition of the things we've set up. This time, we'll feign weakness and keep luring them upwards. Make sure the uncles are prepared to hold the line to the death," Faust said through the communication device in his ear.

"Understood..." The communicator then disconnected. Faust, meanwhile, kept an eye on the approaching group, preparing to fire the first shot.

"call out--"

As the bowstring rang out, a purple crossbow bolt pierced the dim light, aiming straight for the attacker's head.

……

In the northwest, the great battle has begun once more. A vast, endless expanse stretches out before them. Over eight thousand elite Ursus troops slowly emerge from the shadows of the dense forest, determined to reduce this land to dust. This steel torrent, carrying the will to kill, is determined to raze everything before it.

This towering force was no longer a mere collection of four classes: heavily armored infantry (shield guards), lightly armored soldiers (elite Imperial vanguard), halberdiers (Ursus Raiders), and crossbowmen (Ursus Assault Crossbowmen). Numerous engineers, bearing heavy responsibilities, stepped forward from the ranks. Knowing full well the treacherous minefields ahead, they resolutely charged into the perilous territory, solely to clear all obstacles. Carrying detectors, protected by massive shields, they cautiously surveyed the minefield step by step.

Under the cover of heavily armored soldiers, they used detectors to probe the area, marking the coordinates of the locations before immediately retreating. Before W, who was controlling the booby traps above, could react, the Ursus warlocks and war mages began chanting spells, and a large number of spells took effect. The energy from these spells coalesced into dozens of streaks of light, striking the minefield ahead.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Flames soared into the sky, and the earth shook! A series of massive explosions rang out, countless flames seemingly tearing the ground apart. At this moment, a large number of war mages in Ursus's forces began to utilize their strengths, using energy blasts created with Originium Arts to detonate all the landmines in the area.

"Tsk... the tough nut has finally arrived." Looking at the formidable destruction inflicted by the war sorcerers, W's expression turned grave. Now they were facing the true reality of war on this continent! Spells rained down, countless explosions resounding all around. Without exceptional skill, or being an extremely powerful sorcerer, they would likely have been blasted to smithereens long ago.

"Watch out for the enemy's advance and magical attacks. Show me the same vigilance you had when you were licking blood from the edge of a knife! Concentrate your forces on reducing the enemy's numbers. Don't put all your eggs in one basket against their mages!" W commanded.

"Ines, go and find out the enemy's attack intentions. Hedley, you and the melee soldiers will be in charge of the upcoming close combat and command, and be prepared to pull back."

In an instant, the entire Sarkaz mercenary group sprang into action, as they were the vanguard to make contact with the enemy's main force. The sounds of bows and arrows, and the chants of spells, rang out incessantly. The fortifications they had built could not hold out for long and were soon collapsing under the onslaught of magic.

"They want to surround and annihilate us. They'll attack from the flanks first, then push slowly down the center, trying to create a pocket and swallow us all at once." Soon, Ines returned from using Originium Arts to scout. Upon learning of the enemy's movements, W sneered and said, "Swallow us all? How interesting. We'll see if they have the appetite!"

Despite this, the Ursus people's relentless advance successfully closed in on the Reunion Movement's first line of defense, with their flanks even crossing the line and closing in on the center. A fierce melee ensued.

"What audacity... Ha, which bastard just said to charge? Now I appoint you as the vanguard, lead us to retreat and rejoin the shield guards of the second line of defense! Hedley, the rearguard is your responsibility!" After saying this, W led 70 Sarkaz to break through the encirclement. Hedley, with 30 Sarkaz, withstood the frontal pressure, and with his back to W and the others, also began to retreat.

A bizarre sight unfolded: a relentless stream of Imperial vanguard elites and Ursus raiders besieged the Sarkaz, yet the Ursus soldiers refused to breach their lines, and the Sarkaz were even fighting their way out. Despite outnumbering the Sarkaz many times over, their weapons seemed to have no effect on the Sarkaz. Instead, the Sarkaz's greatswords sliced ​​through their ranks with ease.

This stark contrast quickly instilled fear in the forces besieging the Sarkaz; after all, who could accept fighting such an invincible enemy? The troops even began to halt, hesitant to continue their advance.

"Damn it! What are these idiots doing! There are only about a hundred men and they still haven't wiped them out! Even if they are Sarkaz, those are just ordinary Goliaths! Can't they even kill these Goliaths?!" Nikolai looked at the battle situation in front of him, his face becoming even more gloomy. He really didn't expect that a battle that should have been going well would turn out like this.

Has the Fourth Army, which has not fought for so long, become so corrupt?

"Sir, why don't we open the encirclement and let these Sarkaz escape, creating some distance between us? They've already made contact with our troops, so our crossbowmen and sorcerers can't utilize their advantages," the officer beside him suggested.

"Release them? Why should we release them? And why aren't the crossbowmen and sorcerers doing their job?" Nikolai said slowly. "Since those guys at the front are starting to fear and retreat, they don't deserve to be the glory of my Ursus army. They should be prepared to sacrifice themselves and restore the honor of the Ursus soldiers! Order the sorcerer regiment to immediately use spells on those Sarkaz!"

Chapter 112 Revenge (Third Update)

No one expected that Colonel Nikolai would abandon the troops that were besieging them, regardless of their lives, and intend to use magical firepower to forcibly kill the Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Colonel...doing this might damage morale. It will especially discourage the soldiers who are at the forefront," the officer beside him advised.

Colonel Nikolai's expression was stern, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Say no more. Since they are already in disarray, we might as well take this opportunity to purge the scum from the army. The vanguard must be prepared to fight to the death, charging into battle and breaking through enemy lines!"