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Judging from the size, although the Xuanfeng Army has only four or five hundred people, which is similar to the Ohma Army that attacked last time, the difference in strength is obvious.

With the mountain people around, those seemingly solid fortresses are of little use.

"The yellow sand will tell me everything." Ash spread his hands, a golden light floating in his palms. "On this land of sand, no one can escape the fate of being dominated by the Emperor."

...

Boom!

Another fortress was destroyed.

There were not many fortresses outside the territory. In about half an hour, the advancing Xuanfeng Army pushed down all the fortresses.

Looking at the defeated Tilkas army, even Cornelli couldn't help but feel a little inflated. Their recent wars were all with Ohma, and the results were not ideal. Now, the consecutive victories made him feel as if he saw the glorious moments of the Xuanfeng people in the past.

"Cowardly Tilkas, this is what happens when you go against us, Xuanfeng!"

"Madmos! You must be here, right? If you still have any sense of honor as a Xuanfeng person, come out and stop hiding!"

Cornelli shouted towards the nearby village of Tilcace.

Outside the village stood a wall constructed of sand. He was astonished. How could the mere Tilkas achieve such a feat? Looking at the radiant sun disk hanging above the ruins, it reminded him of a 'miracle'. So, despite his current inflated spirit, Cornelli still didn't intend to launch a direct attack on the village.

Attacking a city is an act that can easily put oneself at a disadvantage. The Tilkas tribe is just a mere tribe, and it is not worth wasting the lives of the Xuanfeng warriors to attack.

"The Xuanfeng people's sense of honor? Cornelli, do you still have such a thing now?"

Wan Di walked out of the village gate with a group of people.

"The pride of Xuanfeng is long gone. Olipon's arrogance will sooner or later destroy the entire Xuanfeng City. And who among you, the Xuanfeng people, still remembers the glory you once had as a warrior? Cornelli, stop talking to me about honor and mission. Your self-admiration is ridiculous to me!"

Cornelius sneered, "Maidemus, you are a deposed crown prince, reduced to hiding in a small village called Tilcace. Don't you feel ashamed? What qualifications do you have to judge King Euripon?"

"It's a waste of words to talk to someone like you. Since you boast of your glory, let's restart the Xuanfeng struggle on this battlefield." Wan Di stepped out of the crowd and stood between the two teams, arms folded across his chest. "Come on! Who has the guts to fight me? Bravery, fearlessness, and a knack for fighting—these are the qualities etched into the bones of the Xuanfeng people. Let's see if you still possess them!"

Cornelli frowned slightly. Wandi's move was troubling him. If he simply ordered a full-scale attack, their numerical advantage would definitely crush Xuanfeng's isolated army. But in a one-on-one battle, while he felt ashamed of Wandi, he would never underestimate their strength.

"Master Cornelli, I will go!"

At this time, a Xuanfeng general came out.

"Severus, are you sure?"

"I fight day and night in the Xuanfeng arena, just to prove to the world one day that Xuanfeng's arrowhead has never been broken, and the people of Xuanfeng will surely regain their former glory!"

Cornelli patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, fight for the glory that belongs to you for the Xuanfeng people!"

"Severus." Wan Di looked at the man walking towards him, "Fighter of Xuanfeng, you are worthy to fight me."

"Hmph! Maidemus, you who betrayed Nicardori, I don't need to prove my qualifications to you. My fist blade will only serve the Xuanfeng people to wipe out all enemies!"

"Fight!"

boom! ~

The bombardment of fists against fists created waves of air that vented outwards, and everyone's attention was immediately focused on this glorious duel.

Because of this, no one noticed another war shrouded in the hazy night in the distance.

wow~~

The flying yellow sand blocked all vision.

Trapped in the dust, Adela immediately shouted, "Everyone, get closer, form a formation, be alert, and wait for the sandstorm to pass!"

Damn, where did all this sand come from?

He had been standing on the side with his men, ready to support Cornelli's main force at any time, but was suddenly stopped by a sandstorm. Although the sandstorm could not cause any substantial harm to them, it came too suddenly, which made him feel uneasy.

This is not a desert, where does such strong wind and sand come from?

Suddenly, a scream was heard.

"Lord Adela, enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Adela turned her head, thinking that it was Tilkas's attack, but she saw a group of people rushing out with weapons... Sand people???

Chi Chi!

The sand soldier's spear blade pierced the Xuanfeng warrior's body. The latter roared and raised his sword to fight back, killing the sand soldier, but all he destroyed was a ball of sand.

"Lord Adela, these guys are made of sand!"

"Damn it! Sand? Gioria's power?"

Adela didn't think too much and immediately ordered a counterattack.

The Xuanfeng warriors have special helmets, so the wind and sand do not actually have much impact on them. After being disrupted by the initial attack of the sand soldiers, Adela quickly organized an effective counterattack and killed the sand soldiers one by one.

But he soon discovered that these sand soldiers seemed to be endless. No matter how many he killed, more sand soldiers would emerge from the sandstorm.

Countless!

Realizing that something was not right, Adela decisively ordered his soldiers to break out.

"Lord Adela, there's a wall! There's a wall blocking the way ahead!"

"Bullshit, this is flat ground, where does the wall come from?"

Adela cursed.

He rushed to the front, but was dumbfounded when he saw the sand wall that was taller than a man.

"this..."

There was clearly no such thing just now, right?!

shhhhhh!

The sharp arrow suddenly fell.

In order to ensure their ability to move, the armor of the Xuanfeng soldiers was not fully covered. At this moment, the sharp arrows were hidden in the yellow sand, the visibility was too low, and the speed was too fast, so they had no time to react.

With luck, the arrow landed on the armor.

But if you are unlucky, it will pierce directly into your body.

"Asshole!!"

Under the double attack of arrows and sand soldiers, the Xuanfeng soldiers fell one after another. Adela's eyes were red, and he asked his men to bring two mountain fighters to use brute force to forcibly knock down the sand wall.

"Quick! Get out!"

The archer was just outside the yellow sand, which proved that the area covered by the wind and sand would not be too large. Adela roared and led the Xuanfeng soldiers to charge in the direction where the arrow came from.

It was a long charge, not far, but it felt incredibly long to Adela. After an unknown amount of time, the force of the sandstorm weakened noticeably, and Adela perked up—"Hurry, hurry! The exit is just ahead! Get away from those damn sand soldiers!"

Wow!

The sandstorm died down.

My vision suddenly widened.

"Retreat first and reorganize the formation!" Adela had just finished shouting when she saw the Tilkas army standing ready for battle not far away, and she was shocked.

There's an ambush?!

"Quick! Send a signal to Lord Cornelli!" Adela ordered.

call out!

A specially made flare flew into the air, but before it exploded, it was shot down by an arrow made of yellow sand.

"Stop yelling, country bumpkin! While you were thinking of finding an ambush, I've already taken control of this place." Ash stood in the distance, holding high the staff of bearing. "Soldiers, for the sake of the rising sun, kill!"

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On the first day of the new year, I ate, chatted, ate, chatted, ate, chatted... I finally found some time to finish writing it. It’s a new year, let’s go!

Omphalos's Journey: Chapter 26: Battle, Mountain People

"Kill!!!"

The deafening cry of battle echoed across the plains. Following Ash's command, Julius charged in front, sword in hand, followed by fully armed Tilkas soldiers - all of them were wearing the friendly gifts from the Ohma people in the previous war.

Although their opponents were the famous Xuanfeng soldiers, they did not hesitate at all.

"For the sun!!"

sun?

Adela didn't understand what was wrong with these Tilkas people and when they changed their beliefs, but he now knew that the situation was bad, very bad!

He had only brought a hundred Xuanfeng soldiers with him, and thirty or forty of them had been killed or wounded in the attack of the sand soldiers and sharp arrows. Now their morale had collapsed and they were isolated and helpless. The situation could not have been worse.

However, the reputation of the Xuanfeng people for not fearing life and death was not undeserved. Seeing Julius and others rushing towards him, Adela led his men to charge forward without hesitation.

The sand soldiers have surrounded us, there is no time to hesitate!

Evacuate left or right?

There were only Xuanfeng people who died in battle, but no Xuanfeng people who escaped.

Not to mention, if they were defeated and fled, they would be pursued by the Tilcass army and their sacrifices would be in vain.

And such a death is a shame to Nicardoli!

"Kill! For Nicardoli!"

The two teams collided.

Fighting and death spread rapidly, blood flowed, and the glaring blood red began to soak the earth.

Rivers of blood!

It has to be said that the combat capability of the Xuanfeng soldiers is one level higher than that of the Tilkas people. This cannot be compensated by weapons and equipment, but is the gap in combat skills, experience and will developed through years of fighting and war.

War is never a comparison of numbers between the two sides. Unless the gap reaches a desperate level, the fruits of victory are more inclined to the strength that each side can exert on the battlefield.

Obviously, the Tilkas cannot compare in this regard.

Even though they had twice as many people as the enemy, and even had the help of sand soldiers.

But combat skills cannot be cultivated in a day or two. The Tilkas must go through hardships to grow, and they themselves are aware of this. Therefore, before the battle began, Julius took the initiative to request that they fight the Xuanfeng people head-on.

Ash did not rush to take action, but simply ordered the sand soldiers to quickly surround and attack from the rear to prevent this fat sheep that was in his mouth from escaping.

"Die!!!"

On the battlefield, Julius swung his sword to kill the enemy in front of him. Blood splattered on his face. He raised his head with fierce eyes and immediately rushed to the next target.

He didn't know how long he would kill, nor how many people he would kill. He only knew that he had to kill as many people as possible.

For the sun!

Ding!

The sharp sound of weapons clashing suddenly rang out, and the powerful force made Julius take a few steps back and look at the enemy who suddenly rushed out.

"The Tilkas!" Adela raged. "Despicable!"

Julius spat, "Pah! What a despicable thing to say! Did we dig up your ancestral graves or threaten your family? Fight head-on, set traps, and ambushes. War is all about victory!"

"fallacy!"

Ding ding ding ding! ! !

The clash of great swords rang out one after another.

Julius gritted his teeth and persisted. His strength had improved a lot in the past few days, but he was still no match for Adela.

But not being an opponent is different from being timid or retreating.

Hiss~

Julius suffered a cut on his arm.

Adela roared, "Weak Tilkas, you are good for nothing but conspiracy. Even if I am schemed by you, what good is it? You will definitely lose this war!"

"Ohhhhh! Kill, kill, kill!"

The Xuanfeng Army was greatly encouraged.

Julius' eyes were red, and he raised his sword with one hand. Adela chopped him down, and the force rebounded and pulled him back. He was about to chase him, but he saw that Julius did not retreat but advanced, and the familiar body slammed into his arms, hitting him full in the chest.

Adela stumbled and nearly fell, his face showing anger, but before he could regain his balance, Julius lowered his body and spun on the spot, slashing at his legs with his greatsword.