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Chapter 218 It’s raining

We won!!!
When the people of Minicia realized that the Republicans rushing in from the north were not reinforcements, but a group of defeated soldiers, their already fragile strength crumbled.

Along with their breath, their courage and the still-wet bloodstains on their armor also escaped.

Those swords and spears that had once gleamed with the cold light of revenge in the firelight now clattered to the ground, like a group of snakes with their spines severed, rolling futilely on the red and black carpet woven from blood and mud.

The soldiers of the Miniese army, who had not yet entered the prince's ranks, suddenly erupted in a deafening clamor, not because they had seen General Dud's banner fall and were thus inspired with miraculous courage to advance.

Instead, the soldiers eagerly discarded their weapons and removed their armor, then turned and joined the unannounced competition.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, used wounded soldiers who had not yet breathed their last as stepping stones, and ignored the angry curses of their superiors, scattering and fleeing towards the outskirts of the battlefield.

Some even went so far as to plunge their spears into the backs of their former comrades in a fight for an unclaimed warhorse.

General Dudley's adjutant knelt in a pool of blood, his trembling hands cradling the trampled military flag. He looked up, desperately searching for his general.

In the blink of an eye, he saw a young drummer being pushed down by fleeing soldiers, his drumsticks still clutched tightly in his hand, and he saw an obese quartermaster being knocked down under the wheels of a cannon, the sound of his ribs breaking clearly audible.

"Halt! Form ranks! The general is still alive! The banner is still here! Form ranks!"

The adjutant roared in vain, but his voice was drowned out by the tide of fleeing.

A stray bullet struck his shoulder, and he stumbled behind a rock, where he bumped into a musketeer hiding inside... who was cutting off the sergeant's epaulettes from his uniform with a dagger.

"you……"

The musketeer glanced at his adjutant's uniform, tossed aside his dagger and epaulets, then turned and rushed out from under the cover of the rocks, disappearing into the flow of deserters, fearing he would be conscripted by them.

"General!"

The adjutant cried out in despair as he climbed onto a rock and looked around.

Perhaps it was the favor of the sea god, or perhaps the adjutant had good eyesight, but after looking for a while, he actually found General Dodd's armor in the crowd.

Overjoyed, he jumped off the rock and rushed over.

When the adjutant arrived at Dud's side, the old general, who was highly respected in the Kingdom's army, had no personal guards left. The general himself was bleeding from his chest and was kneeling on the ground.

"General! Let's go!" The adjutant tried to help him up.

"We can still break through from the south!"

After standing up, Dudley broke free from his grasp. He straightened his tattered breastplate and retied his blood-stained cloak.

"Bring me your sword..."

"General!"

When the adjutant handed him the decorative ceremonial sword, Dudley smiled. This sword, which had never seen battle, was quite suitable as an end to the conflict.

“You go.”

He waved.

"Tell the old folks in the capital... that Dodd was the last one..."

"None of you are going anywhere!!!" At that moment, Little Knife rushed out from the crowd of deserters. Before the adjutant could react, the decapitation sword sliced ​​across Dud's neck with a snap, preventing him from finishing his sentence.

The old general's headless body slowly fell like an ancient tree that had been felled. In his last dizzying vision, he saw the scimitar-shaped whale flag trampled into the mud... This was his personal military flag, and also the family crest.

Meanwhile, Chris was standing on a distant hilltop, witnessing all of this through his binoculars. He lowered the binoculars and spoke to the clerk beside him.

"A meritorious service has been awarded to the commander of the Overlord Tigers, for beheading the enemy general..."

He paused, then suddenly laughed.

"A great achievement, a gold medal... um, the medal is called the Whale Hunter Medal."

Chris handed the binoculars to the servant, gazing at the battlefield in the distance, which was gradually calming down.

The setting sun cast its last rays of golden light upon the fallen military flag. Beside the flagpole, Dodd's headless body remained in the posture of holding a sword, while his adjutant knelt beside him, wailing and weeping...

He had to cry because the knife was grabbing his hair, forcing the adjutant to look up, and then he put the sword to the former’s neck, ready to cut off his head.

Fortunately, it was just a joke Xiao Dao played on the unfortunate man. He didn't intend to behead a living person. He just scared the latter so much that he wet himself, and then let go and wandered around to find other brave people who dared to resist.

For those who surrender and give up resistance, Xiao Dao doesn't even bother to swing his sword... It's too boring to chop down wooden stakes that won't fight back.

If you're going to fight, you should fight those who are capable; that's what makes it exciting. There's no point in fighting cowards like these who are scared out of their wits.

After escaping with his life, the adjutant, though terrified, didn't forget his duty and didn't think too much about why the enemy had let go.

After wiping away his tears, he ignored the fleeing soldiers and enemies running past and knelt alone beside Dud's body, carefully wrapping the general's body and head with his cloak... Because he was working on his knees, the passing Prince's soldiers subconsciously ignored the adjutant.

In any place and culture, the disappearance of a corpse carries a bad omen.

Perhaps even the heavens were saddened by the Minesian people's crushing defeat, for as the adjutant finished preparing the old general's body, a torrential downpour began.

The torrential rain washed away the congealed bloodstains on the battlefield, drowning out the cries of fleeing soldiers begging for mercy nearby and the laughter of soldiers from the distant Mountain Kingdom looting their spoils.

The adjutant, standing in the mud, tilted his head back, letting the cold rain wash over his face.

"Why...why is it raining..."

This torrential rain, in the end, came too late.

The adjutant was on the verge of tears. If he had known that such a torrential rain, capable of suppressing or even extinguishing the fire, would fall this evening, why did General Duds launch such a desperate attack?

The adjutant's knees buckled, and he knelt in the mud, raindrops dripping from his chin, mingling with his tears.

If they hadn't launched an attack, the Minisian army could have retreated westward after the heavy rains stopped, maximizing the chances of more soldiers surviving and returning to the kingdom.

Who are they working so hard for?
Can the existence of such foolish allies as the Republic truly safeguard the interests of the Kingdom of Minicia?
"Hey! You over there!"

A passing sergeant from Prince Chris's army called out to him, interrupting the adjutant's thoughts.

"Stop kneeling, come over and surrender, then take shelter from the rain... Do you want to freeze to death?"

(End of this chapter)