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Chapter 130 The Torrent

Inside the Yibing Road.

The general Yihou stood on the high platform where the former commander of ten thousand men once directed the battle.

He calmly watched as tens of thousands of Roaring Clan warriors surged across the light barrier like a torrent.

A sneak attack?

What a joke! This kind of troop deployment is practically a decisive battle posture.

General Yihou really likes to use this aggressive fighting style.

While radical as it may be, it must be said that this tactic always yields a significant advantage in the early stages of a war.

Strictly speaking, the Ministry of War's defensive forces were not weak at all.

After all, any commander with a modicum of sense wouldn't keep the entire army on high alert, constantly on guard against enemy attacks.

One or two days is fine, but you definitely can't do this every day.

Ultimately, if your entire army doesn't sleep, what if the enemy doesn't attack?

"Form ranks! Hold the line! Hold the line!"

The roar of the mountain-like leader seemed somewhat weak amidst the deafening battle cries.

He surveyed the battlefield and found that the eastern defensive line had completely collapsed, and the defensive lines in other directions were also on the verge of collapse.

The rolling clouds pressed in, heavy and aggressive.

The Roaring Clan warriors moved with lightning speed, continuously rushing out from the post road.

The first line of defense in front of the light barrier was now like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, shattered into pieces.

Without any hindrance, the Roaring Clan warriors, who had already stepped out of the post road and were poised to attack, surged into the mountaintop camp like a black flood bursting its banks, carrying a suffocating, foul wind.

"roar!"

Like the hoarse growls squeezed from the throats of countless wild beasts, they converged and formed a tangible sound wave that shook the surrounding tents.

Leading the charge were powerful members of the criminal clan, some even at the level of commanders of thousands.

They ran with the weight of tanks, each stomp leaving deep cracks in the ground, crashing into the camp with overwhelming force.

boom!

A sergeant from the Ministry of War had just hurriedly stepped out of his tent with a large shield in hand, and before he could even gather his men, he and his shield were knocked more than ten meters away by a centurion from the Roaring Tribe.

The massive shield, as tall as a person, was twisted and deformed like paper under the terrifying impact of the Roaring Tribe centurion.

The squad leader's sternum shattered instantly, and the blood that spurted from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs, splattered onto the tent behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the Roaring Clan warriors behind these powerful figures cut in from the side.

Wielding standard bone knives, their swift movements whistled through the air, instantly killing numerous human soldiers who had just been awakened from their slumber.

This was a one-sided massacre.

It's not that there aren't quick-reacting soldiers, but in such a large-scale melee, one or two individual soldiers simply cannot affect the overall situation.

Just as the young Mountain Rhyme warrior raised his spear to retaliate, several Roaring Clan warriors closed in.

The bone knife drew a ruthless arc, precisely severing the artery in his neck.

Warm blood gushed out and splashed onto the cold ground.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The firelight illuminated every corner of the battlefield, amplifying the brutal scene.

A centurion from the Ministry of War attempted to organize a counterattack. He roared and burned his life essence, his broadsword whipping up a storm of blood energy that instantly severed the limbs of two invading soldiers.

However, before he could catch his breath, four or five bone spears and bone knives came at him from different directions at the same time.

puff~

The centurion's body was pinned to the ground by bone spears, his limbs were still twitching unconsciously, but his eyes were already unfocused.

Blood pooled into streams, winding down the slope of the camp, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Under the suppression of racial aura, centurions are merely slightly stronger soldiers.

The originally densely packed camp was quickly disintegrated by the Roaring Clan's chaotic charges, which relied purely on explosive power and the instinct to kill.

"Hold on! Don't panic!"

The voice of the commander, Shan Tao, sounded so powerless amidst the chaos.

He watched his men fall one by one, saw those familiar faces lose their life in pools of blood, and his eyes burned with fury.

But this fury could not stop the Roaring Clan's army.

The Roaring Clan warriors advanced over the corpses, their feet dangling from the broken limbs and warm blood of the Bingbu tribesmen.

They didn't care about formations or casualties; their only command was to kill.

Amidst the blazing fire and crimson light, the mountaintop camp was rapidly transforming into a massive slaughterhouse.

It sounds like it took a long time, but in reality, less than ten minutes had passed.

In that short time, those who are a bit slow might have just woken up and put on their armor.

But the Ministry of War finally realized what was happening.

The bugle call to assemble the troops rang out from the rear camps on both the north and south sides.

That was because the Mountain Rhyme Clan Chief and the Mountain River Ten Thousand Commander made the same judgment tacitly from these two directions respectively.

They mustered their troops and then pushed back the invaders who had stormed into the camp.

Besides these two locations, another large force spontaneously rushed towards the post road.

These are warriors who came to support other tribes.

Because the Ministry of War deliberately avoided arranging the camps of these support divisions near the center, they were able to gain sufficient reaction time.

Furthermore, since these support divisions' camps are all in the same area, they can easily gather together and work together to influence the course of the battle.

The mighty allied forces surged upstream against the tide of the Roaring Clan, wiping out all the Roaring Clan warriors that came their way.

To be honest, even if it were 100,000 steamed buns, it would take more than half a month to eat them, let alone an army of 100,000.

Since the night raid, the Ministry of War has suffered only a few thousand casualties; the majority of the casualties have been caused by the large-scale chaos triggered by the attack on the Howling Clan warriors.

With the arrival of a large force, the chaos naturally subsided.

Unfortunately, the tribe is clearly aware of this as well.

From the very beginning, General Yihou had no intention of killing all the soldiers in the camp.

His order to his Howling Clan warriors was: charge down the mountain at all costs!

A closer look reveals that these Howling Clan warriors, though scattered, were not disorderly when they stormed into the camp.

They displayed remarkable discipline, not breaking formation in their pursuit of kills, and generally proceeding along several main paths down the mountain.

"Stop them!"

Chief Shanyun finally realized that something was wrong.

He originally thought the enemy was coming to attack the camp. He believed that as long as he could hold them off and wait for the main force of their rear camp to assemble, he could use the terrain and troop advantages to encircle the invaders.

It now appears that the other party's goal was not simply to kill.

There was no time to stop them; at most, he could only ensure that the Roaring Clan warriors did not leave from the direction he was stationed in.

We can probably block the way from the direction of the Mountain and River Commander, but we're powerless to do anything about the other directions.

Chief Shanyun watched helplessly as countless Roar Clan warriors stormed out of the camp and charged down the mountain.

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