Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 75 Harvest
After the explosion, the canyon fell into a brief silence.

The next moment, wails came intermittently from the depths of the ruins.

"Help...help...uh..."

"My legs... Aaaaaah!!"

"Don't go near that black mist! Cough, cough..."

The sound, filled with heart-wrenching fear, drifted through the thick smoke and echoed in the empty valley.

The air was filled with the smells of burning, blood, and a foul stench that resembled a mixture of sulfur and rotting flesh.

Some knights' armor was corroded with flesh and blood, leaving holes, so they couldn't even scream; they could only open their mouths and spew out foam and blood.

Some people rolled on the ground, desperately trying to climb back up. Half of their bodies were charred black, and the other half were frostbitten. Pieces of skin peeled off, revealing the bleeding muscles and white bones underneath.

A war wolf had half its body exploded, its intestines dragging in the snow, yet it was still twitching unconsciously, its claws digging wildly, as if still searching for its already charred owner.

The entire valley felt like it had been dragged into hell.

All of this was the result of Louis's prior planning, intelligence foresight, and meticulous calculations.

Bond stood on the high ground, looking down into the valley, his throat tightened, and his mind went blank.

He participated in many wars and saw the horrific battlefields where corpses piled up like mountains.

I have also witnessed firsthand the detonation of even more powerful magic explosive bombs on the battlefield.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a combination of magic explosive bombs and traps, a method of use that was precise, efficient, thorough, and virtually guaranteed to leave no survivors.

“Is this… hell…” Bond murmured.

This wasn't an explosion; it was a meticulously planned execution.

It was as if, before the battle even began, the location of each corpse had already been planned.

Bond turned to look at the instigator beside him.

The man stood calmly, simply looking down, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

It's like a playwright admiring his own work.

“What is this…” Bond began with difficulty.

Louis turned his head and blinked: "A magic bomb."

He spoke casually, as if introducing a favorite toy: "I call it Ice and Fire."

Bond's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "What an amazing combination of ice and fire."

As he said this, his eyes remained fixed on the burning scorched earth at the bottom of the valley.

It's astonishing that a seemingly mild-mannered young man could do something like this.

This young nobleman is terrifying.

Bond wasn't the only one who was frightened and shocked.

Yorn stood rooted to the spot, motionless for a long time.

He stared wide-eyed at the deathly silence of the valley, as if he still couldn't accept the reality before him.

Those were eight hundred elite Snow Oath warriors, and they were blown to pieces in just a few minutes.

"This...this is too outrageous..."

He muttered to himself, his throat dry and cold sweat pouring down his back.

But after the initial shock, a strong sense of relief welled up within me.

Ok!

Luckily, I followed Louis.

Yorn recalled the carnage in Snow Eagle City: mountains of corpses, seas of blood, heads hanging on the city walls, and countless cries of agony…

He didn't see it with his own eyes, but just hearing about it has given him nightmares for several nights.

If it weren't for Louis, if I hadn't mindlessly raised my hand and followed Louis to Qingyu Ridge.

I'm probably already a corpse in Snow Eagle City by now.

Jon stared at the figure in the distance, his heart jolting.

"I can never repay the boss's kindness in this lifetime..." he said softly, his gaze more resolute than ever before.

We absolutely must cling to Louis's coattails!
The knights and soldiers around Louis fell silent, and their gazes toward him subtly shifted.

It is no longer simply obedience, nor is it just ordinary respect.

That was boundless awe.

That's an emotion that only arises after witnessing a "miracle." Even after the poisonous fog dissipated slightly, the strong smell of burning still lingered in the air.

Louis stood at the edge of the valley, looking down at the snowfield below that had been swallowed by the flames of war.

His expression was calm, and his tone was as usual: "Knights, put on your protective leather masks and clean up the battlefield. Be careful of any remaining poison gas and watch out for any stragglers."

"Yes!"

The Red Tide Knights moved swiftly, each donning a protective mask sewn from animal hides and herbs. They dispersed in formation, each wielding a long-handled weapon, and steadily stepped into the outer edge of the valley.

The ground beneath my feet was riddled with craters, and coke and blood had congealed into a layer of black sludge, making it feel like stepping into a rotten swamp.

The operation went very smoothly.

This elite force of 800 Snow Oath warriors was originally known for its high mobility and strong coordination.

After witnessing the hellish scene, they were no longer well-trained warriors, but a pack of wild beasts running for their lives.

Now fewer than a hundred people can stand up, and they are all mentally broken and physically exhausted.

Although some escaped and attempted to fight back.

A few remaining Snowbringers staggered together, trying to muster their last bit of morale, brandishing their battle blades, and charging toward the Crimson Tide Knights' defenses.

"Rush!!"

"I swear..."

Before their shouts could even finish, they were pierced by spears, the sound of their throats being torn apart drowned out by the blood.

Without unified command and an unwavering determination to win, how can we resist the Red Tide warriors?

The disorganized counterattack was like an egg hitting a rock in the face of the Crimson Tide Knights' tight formation.

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

"Please..."

The cries for help echoed through the valley, but no one answered.

The Crimson Tide Knights advanced calmly, reaping every last bit of resistance like the Grim Reaper.

Many enemies were also driven mad by the magic bombs.

They slumped to the ground, disheveled, curled up in a ball, muttering to themselves, their eyes glazed over.

The Crimson Tide Knights showed no mercy to these enemies, beheading them with a single stroke and giving them a quick death.

With the final charge of the Crimson Tide Knights, the battlefield fell silent.

After half an hour of fighting, the last enemy soldier fell to the ground with a thud, his blood staining the valley floor.

"Elimination complete!"

"The enemy forces have been completely wiped out!"

A hoarse yet impassioned shout erupted from the dust and mist.

The soldiers raised their weapons, and their long-suppressed emotions finally broke free.

"we won!!!"

"Long live Lord Calvin!!!"

They surrounded Louis with great enthusiasm, their eyes filled with respect and fervor.

They originally thought it was a battle to their deaths.

Eight hundred elite Snow Oath warriors, even if they fought to the death against two hundred defenders, might not be able to hold out.

They were already prepared to risk their lives for this battle.

Little did they expect that this fierce internal battle would unfold...

It ended so easily.

The enemy died so quickly that it felt almost unreal.

But the wreckage on the ground and the lingering poisonous fog told them: this was the truth.

They survived and won easily.

And what brought all this to be—

It was that young baron who stood calmly in the valley, his eyes indifferent.

Louis Calvin.

(End of this chapter)