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Chapter 110 SOS Message

Before five days had passed, after only three days of rest, Amir immediately launched a large-scale attack on Juka Town, forcing Levi into a decisive battle!

In the military camp, Amir's command flag was already flying high. The flag was black with gold trim, and in the center was embroidered a grotesque giant monkey that was devouring the sun. The monkey was grasping a blood-red setting sun, and the flag was fluttering in the wind.

This is Hanuman, the monkey god who has blessed the Amir family, the son of the wind god.

The army is preparing to move out.

Four thousand elite soldiers set up a continuous camp on the plains outside the town. The camp stretched from east to west, as far as the eye could see, with neat rows of black tents, like a black tide.

Riders galloped back and forth around the camp, their hooves rolling like muffled thunder. Every quarter of an hour, a bugle call would sound, deep and long, echoing throughout the entire camp. There was no celebration in the bugle call, only a chilling atmosphere, like a warning or a declaration.

Inside the central command tent, Amir sat in the main seat.

The sixty-year-old man was clad in black armor, stained with bloodstains from the siege, now dried into dark brown spots. His face was chiseled and deeply wrinkled, yet he showed no signs of old age, only a coldness that had settled from countless battles. His eyes were dark brown, and when he looked at people, he showed no extra emotion, as if he were looking at an object rather than a person.

"Issue the entire army," his voice, though not loud, carried clearly to every general's ears, "Attack Juka Town immediately!"

"In this battle, I will strangle him in his swaddling clothes." Amir slowly stood up, and as he stood up, the generals in the tent also began to receive orders and set off, commanding the soldiers to move out.

The bugle call to war began to sound.

The bugle call was deep and long, one call after another, like the panting of a giant beast awakening from its slumber. The sound spread throughout the camp and reached the ears of every soldier.

No one complained, no one hesitated.

Four thousand feet touched the ground simultaneously, four thousand hands grasped weapons at the same time, tents were packed away one by one, armor was donned piece by piece, and warhorses were prepared one by one. The entire camp, like a giant machine, began to operate at the sound of horns.

This demonstrates Amir's strict discipline in commanding his troops, and also shows that his army is an unprecedented elite force.

This person is far superior to Muwei City or Tuli Town, which Li Wei had conquered before. This person is definitely the strongest opponent Li Wei has ever encountered!

"Fellow warriors, six thousand years ago, my ancestor defeated King Ananda and seized the world. Today, I, Amir, will also defeat that young man and take over the Nine Towns!"

Amir, riding a black warhorse, stood on a sloping hill outside the camp, surveying his soldiers. He was boosting morale, and upon hearing this, the soldiers and generals laughed and said they were willing to conquer Juka, capture Livi alive, and unify the nine towns.

These soldiers and generals genuinely believed that Amir could win; after all, they had won too many times before, and they believed this time would be no exception.

Seeing that the army was in good spirits, Amir was filled with excitement. He decided to end his sixty-year life in this moment. He would surely unify the nine towns and become the first person in a hundred years!

Amir ordered the entire army to set out and led the charge.

Four thousand elite soldiers followed behind Amir, their morale high. They had heard of the newly risen Levi, who had taken four towns and risen rapidly, but they also believed that no one in the nine towns was a match for Amir, the old man at the front.

At the forefront were heavily armored infantry, their three layers of armor neatly clad, their spears like a forest, their shields like a wall. Their marching formation resembled a row of black cliffs.

Following the heavy armor were the archers, each with two quivers of arrows hanging from their waists, bows strung and arrows nocked, waiting only for the order to fire.

The flanks were cavalry, their warhorses snorting and pawing the ground, ready to charge at any moment.

At the very back were siege engines—catapults, battering rams, and siege ladders; huge wooden chariots were being pulled by oxen and horses, creaking and groaning.

The army of four thousand men, viewed from the earthen slope, looked like a black tide, spreading out of the camp and into the distance, towards the road leading to Juka Town.

A day later, the army arrived in Juka town.

Amir raised his hand.

The bugle sounded again.

This time it was three short, sharp sounds, like a blade slicing through the air.

The army began to move.

First came the cavalry, advancing on both flanks like two black wings stretching forward. Then came the heavily armored infantry, marching in orderly steps, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. Finally, the siege engines—

The machine, with its huge wheels, rolled over the ground, leaving deep ruts.

Dust rose up, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The footsteps, hooves, and wheels of four thousand men blended together, deep and heavy, like muffled thunder rolling on the horizon. The sound came from afar, reaching the ears of everyone who saw the army, and instilling in them an irresistible fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Without much talk, upon arrival, Amir immediately issued the order to attack the city!

This is Amir's army.

This is the overlord who ruled the downstream region for decades.

On the city wall of Juka, Atamo had already received news of Amir's entire army's attack. He hadn't expected Amir's army to arrive so quickly.

He gazed silently at the distant black tide.

Behind him, the soldiers on the city wall were in complete chaos; some were shouting, some were running, and some were trembling as they gripped their weapons.

Clearly, the soldiers on the city walls were beginning to fear Amir's massive army, which had swallowed up four towns.

In the distance, Amir's army began to form ranks.

Heavy infantry led the way, their spears forming a forest. Archers followed, their bows drawn taut. Cavalry on both flanks were eager to charge, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust.

The catapult was pushed to the front of the battle line, and huge stones were already loaded.

Amir, riding his black warhorse, stood at the front of the battle line, raised his hand, and gently lowered it.

The first wave of catapults was launched.

The boulder hurtled towards the city wall, crashing down with a dull thud. The entire section of the wall trembled, and debris flew everywhere. Several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were smashed to pieces.

The archers began to fire.

Arrows rained down, obscuring the sky and falling densely on the city walls. The soldiers guarding the city huddled behind the battlements, afraid to look up. Some were struck by stray arrows and fell with screams of agony.

The battering ram began to move.

The massive wooden chariot was being pushed by dozens of soldiers, slowly moving toward the city gate. The roof of the chariot was covered with thick, wet cowhide, which arrows shot at it with a thud, but could not penetrate it.

Atamo watched all this, his palms sweating profusely.

His own troops were far worse than he had imagined, while Amir's troops were far better than he had thought.

Yes, more than ten days ago, when his elite force was completely overwhelmed by Amir's army, he should have realized that his own morale was not very high.

He was now filled with lingering fear. If he had let Amir continue his attack, with the strength of his entire town, he might only have been able to hold out for less than a month.

Fortunately, he had a good brother-in-law. If Levi's army had arrived, the combined strength of the five towns would have been enough to hold out, if not defeat Amir.

Atamo took a deep breath, turned around, and walked down the city wall.

"Someone come here."

A messenger ran over.

"Send a message to Livisalmar," Atamo said in a deep voice. "Tell him—tell him that Amir's army is at the city gates, and request his immediate assistance!"

The messenger received the order, mounted his horse, and rode out of the back gate, galloping upstream.