After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Destroy! Destroy everything in front of you!

After being trampled by thousands of warhorses, to survive with a single intact piece of flesh was a stroke of luck. Feeling the lance easily puncture a balloon-like head, the rising mist of blood blurred Federico's face, leaving only a狰狞 smile.

The sound of corpses being trampled beneath them was deafening, and the cries of agony were always short and sharp. The torrent of steel began to change direction, slashing like scimitars from behind towards the shield-bearers of the Southern Army.

The sudden change in the battlefield situation quickly caught Freeman's attention.

At the entrance to the camp, several armies clashed fiercely, like cold water being poured into a hot oil pan, splashing up a torrent of blood and mangled limbs.

After piercing through several shield bearers, Federico was finally thrown into the air due to his lack of horsemanship. Even in mid-air, he gripped his lance tightly, and upon landing, he rolled forward, smashing through a group of spearmen.

"Kill! Kill!"

Federico had never experienced such a wonderful war. He fought with increasing ferocity, lifting a shield-bearer with his spear and tearing his body apart in mid-air.

"Three whips, lead us in!"

Upon recognizing him as an acquaintance, the nearby swordsmen and heavy infantry became interested and followed Federico.

"good!"

Federico, his head soaked in blood, looked like a demon from hell. This was a battle for the strong, and the enemy was also an extremely formidable army. Even with the interference of heavy cavalry, they still managed to hold their line.

However, under the combined attack from both sides, the annihilation of the shield infantry was only a matter of time.

Federico led the charge forward, and a shield bearer was about to rush forward to fill the gap when Federico suddenly sprang up and smashed him down with a spear, followed by a kick that snapped the shield bearer's neck.

"Well done, three lashes, keep going and take them down!"

As the war intensified, more and more heavily armored soldiers gathered around Federico, constantly pushing forward and squeezing the Southern army's lines.

Inside the camp, more and more reinforcements swarmed in, trying to push the heavily armored soldiers back, but to no avail.

The two sides were locked in a chaotic battle. With each step the heavily armored soldiers took, they trampled out several kilograms of blood. The heavy shields and spears they carried charged forward, only to be met with an even more frenzied response.

Federico roared and lunged forward, knocking back the shield bearers while dropping his lance. He grabbed the spear shaft that the other side had thrust out and forcefully pulled two soldiers out from behind their shields.

The swordsmen and shieldmen surged forward, tearing them to pieces before they even landed.

With their numerical advantage, the heavily armored soldiers helped each other and finally overthrew one shield soldier after another.

Once the breach was opened, not only heavily armored soldiers and swordsmen and shieldmen, but also spearmen and crossbowmen charged in.

The group worked together seamlessly, forming small combat teams that quickly turned the enemy's formation upside down.

Blood soaked the ground, and as they trampled over countless corpses, the cavalry's final charge triggered a complete collapse of the Southern Army.

However, when Federico broke through the lines, he encountered an old general leading nearly a thousand elite long-handled swordsmen.

Freeman raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconcerned about the soldiers' defeat. He leisurely glanced at Federico, and a fierce fighting spirit suddenly erupted in his eyes as he looked at the young man covered in blood.

Freeman drew a knife, stepped forward, and gestured with his chin towards Federico.

Upon recognizing the other party, Federico immediately wiped his face, spat out the blood in his mouth, and without saying a word, picked up his lance and charged forward.

The swordsmen and shieldmen, their eyes bloodshot from the fighting, caught a glimpse of a black shadow flying at lightning speed out of the corner of their eyes and quickly rolled away to avoid it.

With a thud, Federico collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his breastplate neatly torn apart.

Upon seeing the appearance of the person who had landed, everyone was shocked and quickly pulled him away from the front line of the battlefield.

Who! Who beat our three whips into this terrible state?!

Federico forced himself to his knees and said, "Quickly tell the young lady that General Freeman has arrived. He's very strong, and I suggest a group fight."

At this moment, as dawn broke on the chaotic battlefield, news of the enemy commander's appearance quickly spread to every corner of the battlefield.

The battle lines, which had already formed a one-sided situation, were once again entangled. The Southern Army soldiers were greatly encouraged, while Luna, who was lurking among the cavalry, just stared coldly at the newcomers.

With a wave of his hand, Freeman looked relaxed and said with his head held high, "Today is the end for the Charles family."

The elite long-handled swordsmen immediately launched an attack, but before they could rush out of the camp, the northern army's spear cavalry moved.

At the same time, the Second Regiment's proud heavy infantry also arrived. They rushed forward through the passage opened by Federico and blocked the enemy's path.

"Kill them all."

Luna ripped off her disguise robe, revealing her long, light blue hair that shimmered in the newborn sunlight.

"For the young lady, for the duke!"

The adjutant and the female soldier roared simultaneously, and the ferocious cavalry charged forward, joining the heavily armored soldiers in two columns to attack the longsword squad.

But Freeman's personal guard, his trump card, was no pushover either. They charged forward with furious shouts, and with a single slash, both heavily armored and cavalrymen were shattered to pieces.

Similarly, the cavalry's lances and heavily armored soldiers charged into the enemy ranks with almost unstoppable force, causing massive casualties.

The efficient killing of enemies by both sides ultimately resulted in another chaotic and bloody battle.

Luna drew her sword and stepped forward, only to find that Freeman had suddenly disappeared into the crowd. His eerie demeanor instantly put Luna on high alert. As she turned to the side, a strand of her hair and the warhorse beneath her were cleanly sliced ​​apart.

As blood splattered and she landed, Luna lightly touched the ground, quickly increasing her movement speed.

Freeman, who had been following her like a shadow, finally revealed himself. He suddenly burst forth with a speed that did not belong to an elderly person. He stepped forward with his twin swords, as if he had seen through all of Luna's movements. He easily dodged the longsword's parry and slashed around her neck.

If it weren't for the crucial moment when she sensed the blade's trajectory in the wind, Luna would probably already be decapitated.

Moreover, why does this dual-sword style seem strangely familiar?

Before she could think too much, as the two closed in, Luna, moving at high speed, swiftly manipulated the wind and lightly swung her sword, as if erasing time, suddenly thrusting it towards Freeman's chest.

To Luna's surprise, Freeman once again easily parried her attack. With just a casual horizontal block, their swords sparked brightly.

"Didn't you learn any real skills from your brother, Miss Luna?"

Freeman chuckled, a strange light flashing in his pupils, reflecting all of Luna's movements.

Instinctively sensing danger, Luna immediately distanced herself from Freeman, while simultaneously summoning a gust of wind to envelop her entire body.

I was careless; I should have kept Paul on the team...

Luna, who clearly felt the difference in strength, broke out in a cold sweat. "Uh, who just said it was a group fight? Why isn't anyone here to help?"