Chapter 752: The gale of war has blown again, and the day of blood is at hand.

Chapter 750 749.The Gale of War Has Blown Again, and Here Comes the Bloody Day

“The jackals are coming! Pull the warning!”

A roar echoed from the prismatic sentry tower of Fort Courage, and then a piercing warning bell was rung, and the clear, sharp sound spread throughout the entire fort in an instant, causing the more than 4,000 soldiers stationed therein to immediately begin to assemble.

This was the moment when the various churches were conducting their evening prayers, today’s prayers were destined to be incomplete, but this was no longer a matter of concern for either the gods or the believers, the Winter Wolf Church’s Winter’s Tooth ascetics were the fastest to move, ascending the sentry towers and walls that were being guarded by themselves.

The followers of Avalon followed close behind.

Teams of Witch Hunters began to drape their warhorses in harness, while the druids began to distribute the various colors of oak seeds used in battle.

The winged cavalry in Fort Courage also began to prepare for the trampling charge that might be needed, Valander would lead them out of the fortress into battle, at the very least they could not let the jackals complete the siege so easily, they would have to take the initiative.

But unfortunately the Winged Cavalry were not able to take up the vanguard battle they wanted to conduct, for before anyone could prepare for war, Vaam’s Berserkers had scrambled as if in a rush to be the first to charge out of Fort Courage.

This lone move made the current commander of Fort Courage, Count Andromeda of the Blood Vulture Clan, and Ms. Fimis, who was privately known to the players as “Small Potatoes”, jumped to her feet and cursed.

However, if you think that the followers of Vam will follow orders, then you are really overthinking it.

This group of berserkers and shield women who were recruited by the Temple of Vam from the Ice Bay were eager to fight to the death, the time they were stationed at the Fortress of Courage had been suffocating them, and now they finally had a bit of fun, so don’t let them get high without killing, don’t expect them to be able to fulfill their duties honestly.

However, the Vam berserkers were also a bit prescient.

On the first day they were stationed over, Warrior Leader Floyd Gordonus made a solemn promise to the commanders of Fort Courage that if the Vam believers took the initiative to fight, that meant they wouldn’t need any reinforcements!
It was their dedication to the Berserkers, a sacred act, and no one would be blamed even if the whole army was destroyed.

In fact, in this situation, you still need to send people to support that is to look down on others barbarians, Vam followers will not only not appreciate, but will blame the helpers to meddle in their own business.

This kind of posture and fighting style is a bit outrageous.

However, considering that these are all berserkers whose brains have been burned out by anger due to years of accepting the teachings of Vam, one can only say that Ice Bay has its own national conditions here.

“Everyone kill at least fifty Jackals!”

While the other forces of Fort Courage were still preparing for battle, Warrior Leader Floyd, who was riding on a cloaked giant bear, had already rushed to the open strip of land to the east of Fort Courage with three hundred men.

This wild barbarian who didn’t wear armor even when he went into battle, but only had a bear skin to cover his lower body, raised his battle axe high and roared at the group of barbarian warriors beside him who were letting out piercing war cries:
“Vam is watching us, listen! Your group of losers’ previous battle with those foreign spirits that were being watched by Vam was really disappointing, the warriors from Ice Bay were actually repeatedly defeated and even treated as sandbags by others.

It’s simply a disgrace!

I know that the other side won’t die, and I know that those lunatics will come strapped with explosive packages to fight you, but is that a reason for you to fail?

Shame!

This generation of young people from Ice Bay is truly a waste! A disgrace to our ancestors.

Listen!

This battle is your battle of shame, not killing enough 50 jackals only means you are not fit to walk the Way of Vaam, even if those who are not fit don’t die on the battlefield, I will strangle you with my own hands!
Vahm does not need cowards to fight for Him.

Blanch!
Don’t charge forward! You fool.”

The Warrior Leader growled as he threw a flying hammer, knocking over a Shieldmaiden who had gotten on top of her head and was still charging forward:

“There’s a minefield ahead! You blind wretches, Vaam didn’t teach you to be brave so you could die for nothing, just line up here and wait! Let the jackals cross the minefield and then slaughter them!

I’ve seen how the foreign spirits fight, and you’ve all heard of the wonders of war on these heights.

They won Vaam’s favor and admiration that way, and if they can do it, then so can you!
Stay here and fight to the death!

Raise the banner!”

With a frantic roar from the warrior chief, a large, bone battle flag, very much in the style of Ice Bay, was erected and planted right on the small mound of dirt at the back of the group of barbarian berserkers.

Warrior Chief Floyd stared at the blood-scarred jackals who rode their seat wolves and drove their armed dog-heads to pounce in front of him, gasping for breath, the blood in his eyes skyrocketed, and a layer of blood-colored fury inspired like an armor wrapped around the top of his lanky body, and it was as if his already-tall body had grown bigger out of thin air again.

The big axe that ordinary people were too tired to grasp with two hands was now grasped by him with one hand, and the other hand also grabbed a jackal-style decapitation sword from the saddle of the war bear beside him.

He planted the brutal weapon in the ground and pointed again at the Ice Bay war flag flying behind him as he growled:

“The flag is here! This is our offering for Vam, fight those barbarians right here under this flag, and I will not allow you to retreat until their blood, or ours, stains this flag red!

This is also your rite of passage, cubs.

Fighting sea monsters on the frozen seas of Ice Bay is a tale as old as the last age, and Vaam and I are tired of seeing boring battles, and wrestling with the beasts won’t prove anything to you, because the beasts don’t fight, they only have instincts!
So now, it’s time for something new!
The jackals are great opponents, boys, you were born in a good time like me, my battle in the Dark Mountains with the last Warrior Leader was the best time of my life, and I was honored and favored by Vaam for it.

Now it is your turn to win your victories in this hotbed of war.”

“But, Warrior Chief!”

A young barbarian warrior beside Frode, who wielded a double axe and had strange mohawked hair still dyed it a marvelous shade of green, whispered in some disbelief:
“According to the ancient rules, shouldn’t we charge head-on with those jackals and cut them down? Why are we using this thing called ‘anti-infantry mines’? There’s nothing in Vaam’s teachings that teaches us to use such things.
I mean, it’s more or less cowardly, we shouldn’t be using these external forces to kill our enemies.

The servants of Vaam are never afraid to fight with their hands.”

“Ha, I had similar doubts, and I questioned if those foreigners weren’t brave enough to use such weapons, but it wasn’t until I witnessed the carnage they created with them at Black Flame Pass and Fort Courage.”

Warrior Chief Floyd laughed out loud as he explained for these cubs leaving Ice Bay:
“That night . The very night the Transylvanians unleashed the Astral Tear to overthrow over a hundred thousand Jackals, the very night they massacred the Jackals with explosives and mines, I felt the excitement from the bottom of my heart!
I heard Vahm’s unrestrained laughter!
And so I knew that Vahm did not regard the use of these weapons as a despicable act, cubs, just think of them as the catapults and javelins we use.

It’s just weapons, nothing more than a change in appearance.

Did not the old warriors who taught you tell you that it is equally a virtue of the Varm to use wisely all the weapons that can be utilized on different occasions?”

“Ow, I see.”

The green-haired Mohican barbarian warrior nodded naively, and then, as the warrior chief looked on in astonishment, the fellow took out a strange throwing spear from the spear-throwing pouch on his back.

The style was still that of a barbarian throwing spear, but a ring of explosives had been secured to the top of the spear, making it look a bit top-heavy.

The young barbarian bobbed the thing up and down in his hand and turned back to the warrior chief:
“The guy called Giant Shark strongly recommended this ‘Explosive Flying Spear’ to me, he said that it was so powerful that it was their Transylvanian weapon of war.

I thought that using such a thing would undermine my courage and honor, but after listening to your explanation, I suddenly realized that perhaps Vaam appreciates those foreigners because they are better at using these new weapons than we are.

Shouldn’t we learn from them, Warrior Leader Floyd?” “Well discreetly learn! Learn from their courage and resourcefulness, but don’t learn from their overly greedy habits .”

The Warrior Chief cocked his head, expressing a cautious answer to the apprentice’s question.

The next moment he saw two tall shieldmaidens pulling Transylvanian “small barrels” from their backpacks, and more berserkers leaping for their large caliber trench guns.

These guys actually had Transylvanian weapons in their possession!
Well, you don’t say, at close range, blowing out the head of a jackal’s dog with a single shot is obviously safer and more efficient than cutting their necks with a knife.

Before, everyone was afraid to use it because they were afraid of offending the Berserker, but now that the Warrior Leader said it was fine, then it must be fine.

“Ch.”

Warrior Chief Frode was already too lazy to criticize these cowardly new recruits as the jackals drove the dog-heads into the minefield, and the connecting explosions sent blood and flesh flying as too many mines were triggered at the same time, even causing a cruel mist of blood to billow up from that open field.

This scene caused the barbarians to become more and more frenzied.

In a trance, they heard Vam’s roar, which was the Berserker asking them to finish the massacre and offer the victory along with the blood-stained skulls.

“It’s coming, it’s coming!”

Warrior Leader Frode held a heavy weapon in one hand, the blood in his eyes had already made both of them dyed scarlet, he stared at those bladelike blood-scarred jackals at the back of that dog-headed death squad, as a Warrior Leader, he had his own dignity.

He didn’t care to slaughter those ordinary jackals, bullying the weak was an act of dishonor, Vam most despised that kind of battle.

Therefore, the Warrior Chief’s goal was to target the taller Hunting Chosen, the Blood Scar Clan’s governors were basically such Hunting Chosen, their bodies strengthened by divine power were no longer much shorter than the barbarians.

This was the kind of opponent that was worth killing and slaughtering!
Ha!
Your own Golden Trial. This is it!
Set foot on the Golden Path right here, and in doing so, offer your heart to the Supreme Varm! Yes, one must kill the 99 Chosen of the Hunt with one’s own hands, only then will one be worthy of Vaam’s love.

“Boom.”

The Mohican barbarian beside the Warrior Leader hurled the exploding flying spear in his hand, the violent explosion as it landed toppled three jackals and their seat wolves, and the explosion symbolized the exciting close-quarters battle that was to come, as the jackals finally broke out of the minefield after sacrificing thousands of dog-headed cannon fodder.

Then, they crashed headlong into the wall of sharp edges formed by the Warmachine minions.

“Come on!”

The Warrior Leader roared as he stepped forward, chopping down the Hunting Chosen’s Seatwolf with an axe and cloaking the latter’s armor with his warsword, and in a shower of sparks, the Hunting Chosen copied the Thunder Lizard Warhammer to meet them head on.

Vam’s crimson fury clashed head-on with the Lord of the Hunt’s red claws, sending everything within three meters flying.

The moment the storm of power dissipated, the broken bone blade whirled and smashed into the ground, and the Warrior Chief of Floyd had an additional horrific wound on his chest that almost ran through his body, but at his feet, the torn open body of the Hunting Chosen was flowing out filthy blood, and its head had already been plucked off by the Warrior Chief.

The Warrior Chief’s giant bear also swung up its claws and slapped the two seat wolves in front of him, cracking their skulls.

“Yuck.”

Floyd spat towards the corpse and shakily picked up his opponent’s weapon, skimming it:
“That’s it? Garbage!”

Behind him, the artillery on top of the high walls of Fort Courage was already roaring, and some of those soldiers who had been evacuated from the Black Flame Pass had been placed here.

They wouldn’t be escaping anymore.

Fort Courage was their last stand, and in the name of the still-fluttering bloody flag, in the name of those who went to die, it was either win or die!
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The tainted psychic energy on this side of the Black Flame Pass had not yet completely dissipated, but its concentration was no longer enough to withstand the army’s rapid passage through it, and the pass that had been ravaged by the Astral Tear had become a straight path, and under the activity of a large number of dog-heads, the position that had once been able to stop a thousand armies had become a gentle hillside.

However, the jackals led by Hogson himself were still unable to cross the pass quickly, because the Transylvanians, like mad, had laid a terrifying number of “minefields” there.

There were not only vicious anti-infantry mines filled with steel balls and iron cones, but also the goats’ improvised psychic energy blasting runes, which were irregularly sprinkled all over the ruins of the position at the Black Flame Pass, so that the jackals would have to pay great casualties if they dared to pass through this place.

They could of course use the dog-heads to scout the way, but the dog-heads would also resist if they died too many times, these things had a little bit of brains in the end, and the time wasted by doing so was also too much.

So Xu Gerson took the most direct approach.

Blasting those minefields flat with meteorite magic!

A meteorite that fell from the sky trailing a long trailing flame smashed into the already devastated Black Flame Mountain Pass, the Split Claw Clan’s Spiritualists didn’t need to destroy all the minefields, they only needed to clear a thoroughfare that would allow the army to quickly traverse.

But such a huge commotion could not be hidden at all.

When the first meteorite smashed down on the mountain pass position, the scouts scattered around Desolate Mountain had already noticed the jackals, and the news was quickly sent back to Spectral Shadow Valley.

Old Qin looked at the report, shook his head, and handed the battle report to a “newbie” who entered the game a week ago beside him, which was his second adjutant besides the Qing Dynasty veterans.

This is his second adjutant in addition to the Qing Dynasty veterans. He is in charge of the intelligence gathering and chain of command of the battlefield in Desolate Mountain.

His ID was “Five Pairs of Wheels”, and he was a really big man, with the rough face of a standard northern man, and a beard that looked like he hadn’t had a good rest for a few days.

“If they can keep clearing the barricades with meteorite spells, then it’s hard to make a simple minefield placement work as a deterrent, but I don’t think this kind of spell should be used casually, right?”

Five Pairs of Wheels looked at the battle report and said to Old Qin:
“That is to say, the speed at which the Jackals are clearing the barricades can’t keep up with the speed at which we’re laying mines? After their army passes through the Black Flame Mountain Pass, should we send a budding squad there to re-lay the minefields?

They’ll have to go there if they want to enter the Desolate Mountains, it’s a strategic transportation route that we can make a lot of arrangements around.

With the help of the pits, we can always cross the Jackal lines as well.”

“Could try.”

Old Qin shook his head:
“But you know that it’s a strategic line of communication, and the Jackals know that too, and they’ll surely set up elite defenses there.”

“Wouldn’t that be better?”

Five to Wheel squeezed his eyes and said:

“Positions that are naturally used for sieges and ambushes, and that can be effective time and time again, and if it’s run properly, it can still be a ‘mill of flesh and blood’, provided of course that we don’t get too many of our pits destroyed.

Hmm.
The perfect place for guerrilla warfare, ah, now it’s up to us to inherit the art of war left behind by our old ancestors.”

(End of chapter)