Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 59 The Ambush Ends
As their fighting spirits clashed, a gust of wind whipped up the dust from the ground.

On the battlefield, Lambert and Hasker clashed once again.

This time, in his boiling blood state, Hasker was like a wild beast, almost unaware of pain even as he bled profusely.

He roared and swung his axe down, forcing Lambert back several steps. The axe blade smashed into the man's chest armor, cracking it and causing blood to flow down the wound.

Lambert did not choose to continue fighting head-on, but instead used his agile movements to buy time and prevent Haskell from getting close again.

"Haaaah!!"

Encouraged by this attack, the surrounding Snow Oath warriors also fell into a frenzy of battle, charging madly towards the Crimson Tide Knights.

The Crimson Tide Knights reacted immediately and quickly regrouped amidst the chaos of battle.

But even with Louis's foresight and pre-battle preparations, one young knight still made a careless mistake.

He was struck squarely in the chest with an axe, sent flying, and crashed heavily into a stone wall, breaking his spine and dying instantly.

Lambert's expression grew increasingly somber upon witnessing this scene.

Although the victory is already secured, this kind of play will drag on and kill several more knights.

Moreover, warriors in the Boiling Blood state can't last long, so there's no need to fight them head-on.

"Adjust formation, spread out!"

He gave a low shout, and the Crimson Tide Knights quickly changed tactics.

They distanced themselves from the enemy, no longer engaging in direct combat, but instead harassing them with mounted maneuvers and long-range projectiles.

As expected, the Snow Oathbringer in his boiling blood state did not last long, and his movements gradually slowed down.

Their bodies began to retaliate: their skin cracked, blood gushed from their mouths, and their roars turned into screams of agony.

"Uh ah ah!"

Some of the vow takers fell to the ground and rolled around, convulsing in pain.

Some of the Snow Oath takers chose to continue fighting despite their pain, but the resulting chaos in their fighting spirit only hastened their own demise.

Lambert did not allow his troops to approach, but instead continued to use a tug-of-war to hold them back.

If they can drag this out, this battle will eventually belong to them.

Hasker persisted, staggering to his feet as muscles began to tear and blood flowed from the axe handle to his fingertips.

His gaze had lost focus, yet he continued forward.

"Follow me!!!"

He roared, charging toward Lambert with the last ounce of his fighting spirit.

Lambert did not retreat this time. He steadied his horse and raised his gun to meet the enemy.

"bring it on."

The battle axe and the lance collided in mid-air, and Hasker's axe blade finally shattered, sending pieces of iron flying.

Lambert also pierced his chest with a bullet, and blood gushed out.

However, he did not fall.

"I'm going to take you to hell with me!"

He yelled and pounced on him, clinging to Lambert like a wild beast.

His fighting spirit began to run rampant, and a scorching heat filled the air as he prepared to self-destruct and perish together with Lambert.

Fortunately, a Crimson Tide Knight rushed up and slashed across Hasker's right arm with his sword, sending him flying.

Hasker crashed heavily to the ground, his fighting spirit dissipating. He lay on his side, gazing at the sky.

The sunset was as red as blood.

"Father...I...in the end, I still couldn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he closed his eyes in frustration.

The battlefield fell silent.

…………

Before the dust had settled, Jon lay on the edge of the cliff, his mouth agape in the shape of an "O".

He had lost count of how many times he had been stunned.

The battle began with an ambush, followed by falling rocks and a hail of arrows, and then the encirclement by three lines of knights.

The whole process was as exciting as a theatrical performance. Every step was precise, and every soldier coordinated perfectly.

But on the other side were the Snow Oathbringers, and those terrifying Bloodthirsty Berserkers.

He had initially thought the knights of the Red Tide Territory would pay a heavy price, but in less than half an hour, the situation was settled.

“I… have been shocked several times already,” Yorn muttered to himself.

He turned to look at the man beside him, his lips twitching: "Boss, how did you do that? Prophecy? Or did you actually have something in common with the Oath-Sweeping Ones...?"

Louis gave him a dismissive look: "Shut up."

He looked down at the knights cleaning up the battlefield and said, "With one knight dead, this ambush is not considered a success."

Jon was stunned by what he heard.

"Are you... serious?" He couldn't quite process what was happening.

His first reaction was: This guy is showing off.

But he didn't dare to say it.

Yorn recalled the entire battle, from the ambush setup to the control of the battle rhythm, and the restraint of the Bloodthirsty Berserker.

If it were me or that arrogant and impulsive guy Zachary, and my knights encountered this group of lunatics...

He even wondered if he would be turned into mincemeat by those lunatics before he even had time to react.

completely annihilated.

The word swirled in his mind.

Is this the enemy we will encounter later?
Duke Edmund is clearly trying to push the southern settlers into a graveyard!

Jon swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He had previously only thought that Louis was a bit stronger than them, that he was smarter, knew how to use people, and could set up formations.

But now he understands that this is not a difference of "some", it is a world of difference.

That's the level of overwhelming force, completely dominating you, like digging a pit for you to jump into three days in advance.

They're not even in the same league.

A thought suddenly popped into Yorn's mind, a thought he had never had before with such conviction:
If you want to curry favor with someone powerful, you have to stick with them to the bitter end.

He jumped up, dusted himself off, straightened his back, and stood next to Louis with a serious expression: "Boss, do you need money?"

"Shut up."

"Ok!"

Jon immediately shut up, smiled, straightened his back, and stood beside Louis.

He acted as if he were saying, "I am your most loyal little brother."

At this moment, Louis stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the blood-stained battlefield, and remained silent for a moment.

Even though he had won the battle, a lingering fear still lingered in his heart.

If it weren't for the daily intelligence system's early warnings, and if it weren't for the traps and lines laid in advance in this canyon, catching them off guard...

Red Tide Territory has absolutely no chance of winning.

"The Bloodlust Berserkers are too dangerous," he murmured to himself. "If every battle from now on involves facing such madmen, that would be a real problem."

We must find a way to deal with these types of soldiers as soon as possible.

Just then, footsteps came from below.

Lambert was covered in blood, his armor was torn in one corner, and there was a diagonal wound on his shoulder, but his expression remained normal.

He walked to Louis's side and knelt on one knee: "My lord, the battle is over, the enemy has been wiped out."

Louis nodded and said approvingly, "Well done, Lambert."

Lambert looked up and said calmly, "Of course."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What should be done with the enemy's corpses?"

Louis looked down at the blood-soaked ground at the bottom of the valley and said in a low, cold voice, "Cut off their heads, leave none. Wash them clean and pack them in sacks."

I will give it to Earl Firth as a gift.

(End of this chapter)