After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The valley region held hundreds of thousands of undead prisoners, and the Northern Army's first battle in the Southern Territory was to attack a key military town in the northeast of the valley region.

They captured a key military stronghold and then learned of the undead army's strength.

However, the Northern Army believed that allowing the undead army to enter the central region from the north would not fully achieve their strategic objectives.

So they took a detour along the coastal plains, seemingly away from the center of the battlefield, but in reality, it was to lull the people of the Southern Territory into a false sense of security.

To this end, the Northern Army could even take months-long breaks, waiting until everyone relaxed their vigilance and thought they were just here to plunder, before suddenly launching a strong attack on Guanhai Town, all to get closer to their goal step by step...

From beginning to end, their only purpose in coming to the Southern Territory was to attack Honeywater City and unleash the undead army!

"Send the order, messenger!"

Enraged, Freeman ripped open the tent flaps and shouted for the messenger. He couldn't let them achieve their goal; he had to defend his homeland.

However, the next second, Freeman froze on the spot.

Torches, like stars, swayed across the mountains and fields, rapidly falling toward them.

"General, I'll be right there..."

The messenger rushed over, carrying a gong. Just as the general had guessed, the night raid from the northern territory arrived as scheduled, even though it was a little late.

"Leave this to the wind!" Freeman snatched the gong from the messenger's hand and began pounding it with all his might, producing a piercing clang, while shouting the order.

"I order you to immediately send orders to all reinforcements, instructing them to quickly turn around and defend Honeywater City. The Northern Army's strategic objective is Honeywater City!"

The shocking news startled the messenger, until Freeman, panting heavily, dropped the gong in his hand and gently patted his face.

The outside clamor seemed to fall silent at that moment. Freeman, with a half-smile, gradually shifted his expression from gentle to violent. "Hurry up and go!"

The messenger was startled awake, quickly saluted, and then ran out as fast as he could.

"Form ranks!"

His loud voice pierced the night and returned to the tent. Donning his armor once more, Freeman slowly took deep breaths to calm himself.

Things hadn't gotten that bad yet. The soldiers were strictly following his orders, just as planned. Freeman didn't need to show up; the soldiers at the front could quickly form ranks and meet the enemy under the arrangement of their adjutants.

From another perspective, if he could eliminate the main force of the Northern Army in this battle, all subsequent problems would disappear.

Completely clad in his armor, with two swords at his waist, Freeman stood at the entrance of the camp, his sharp, eagle-like gaze sweeping over the enemy troops halfway up the mountain.

Hmm, the Northern Army, the Royal Guard, the Garrison... the composition is quite complex.

The adjutant ran forward, snapped to attention, and saluted. "General, the soldiers are ready for battle. Do you have any orders?"

Freeman took a deep breath, drew his twin swords, and roared, "Tell the brothers, the whole army is ready for battle! The first battle will be the decisive one!"

Amidst the deafening battle cries, when the Northern Army charged to the foot of the mountain, they did not immediately launch an attack on the Southern Army a kilometer away. Instead, they stopped and continued to build up their battle formation.

With heavily armored infantry at the core, swordsmen and shieldmen forming the first line, spearmen in the rear, and archers and crossbowmen in the back, the Northern army had assembled their most proficient offensive formation in less than ten minutes. The speed of their formation caught Freeman's attention.

It seems that the commander named Kate is not incompetent.

The Northern army, carrying torches, marched forward again. Their formation was orderly, their steps were synchronized, and their slow pace made the Southern army feel as if they were facing a mountain.

800 meters, 500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters...

The fierce expressions on the enemy's faces were already clearly visible. The Southern Army formed ranks to block the entrance to the camp and quickly unleashed a volley of arrows. Unexpectedly, the Northern Army did not dodge or evade at all and continued to approach the Southern Army at the usual speed.

The night wind whipped up dust, and when they were only forty meters away, even the Southern Army's adjutant's face changed. It was this moment of hesitation that allowed the Northern Army to launch the first attack.

"kill!"

A simple command ignited the Northern Army's frenzy like a fuse. The heavily armored soldiers accelerated suddenly, their tall and burly bodies causing the ground to tremble.

"kill!"

Guarding the entrance to the camp, the elite shield-bearers of the Southern Army also rushed out and immediately raised their heavy shields to form an impenetrable wall to meet the attack.

However, the heavy infantry of the Northern Army ignored them. After closing the distance, the heavy infantry threw torches into the crowd behind them. Although it did not cause much of a disturbance, it provided the archers with a precise view.

The spearmen followed the swordsmen and shieldmen forward, while the archers deliberately broke formation. They began to fire freely, crouching or standing, raising their bows and crossbows to avoid the shield wall and firing a large number of arrows at the southern army behind them.

The instant the arrows hit the ground, the heavily armored soldiers and shield bearers collided, producing a sound like steel and flesh exploding.

boom!

The battle officially began, and the two elite units, with their most elite soldiers, unanimously adopted the most primitive fighting method—hand-to-hand combat.

When the heavy hammers in their hands were deflected by the thick shields, the heavily armored soldiers remained silent; when they raised their shields but could not break through the massive armored figures, the shield bearers were also at a loss.

Once they sensed the power of each other's numerical superiority, weapons became inconvenient, because both sides' goal was to open up an attack path for the spearmen behind them.

Surrounded by shields taller than a person, the two sides clashed and immediately engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. The heavily armored soldiers roared as they pushed down the shield bearers and swung their iron fists, smashing and ramming them.

Whenever a shield soldier falls, the first thing they encounter is the merciless trampling of the heavy armor soldiers. The nimble swordsmen and shield soldiers seize every opportunity to strike the opponent's arm or leg whenever there is a chance to attack.

When the riflemen from both sides arrived at the front line, the battlefield became increasingly bloody and chaotic. Steel and flesh were densely packed together, and the forest of guns was like interlocking teeth, tearing each other apart.

Streams of blood gushed out, and even though the soldiers caught in the middle were already dead, they had no room to fall.

Arrows flew through the air, and thanks to their more flexible offensive strategies and greater room to maneuver, the Northern army's archers gained the upper hand, suppressing the Southern army's ranged firepower.

They constantly changed positions, forming a semi-circle around the camp entrance, and their continuous barrage of arrows inflicted heavy casualties on the southern army's rear troops.

More and more Southern archers climbed the watchtower, attempting to regain control, but when the earth began to tremble once more, their expressions changed drastically, and they shouted to the soldiers below.

"Lancer cavalry! Form ranks quickly! These are the lancers from the Northern Territory!"

Boom!

Lisa, on horseback, destroyed the watchtower with a single bombardment spell, then manipulated her magic to precisely project an iron ball into the Southern army's camp.

With a snap, the unnoticed iron ball burst forth with a dazzling light, like daylight returning to the night, its radiance blinding the soldiers and obliterating their vision indiscriminately.

The cavalry immediately changed direction, launching a flanking attack. They moved with incredible speed, and before the enemy could regain their sight, Lisa unleashed another piercing spell, obliterating a corner of the camp and opening a path for the cavalry to advance.

"Kill! Crush them!"

Raising his heavy lance, Federico was bursting with excitement at the sight of his galloping warhorse. The enemies before him seemed to have truly become ants, and no powerful foe could withstand their mass charge.

The heavy cavalry surged into the camp like a flood bursting its banks, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake. Soldiers along the way were completely swallowed up before they could even see what was happening before them.

The warhorses also displayed their fierce nature, charging straight into the center of the crowd with almost no guidance.