The enemy's attack suddenly intensified. What was initially a probe quickly turned into a full-scale assault. The greenhorns, caught off guard, immediately suffered increased casualties.
Where had they ever seen such ferocious Barbarians? The greenhorns were on the verge of collapse, facing a legion of ten thousand Barbarians, like savage beasts, biting their axe handles, scrambling up the walls with bare hands, like evil spirits. Their fierce countenances instantly shattered the greenhorns' resolve. Yesterday's bloodshed might have been nothing, but today, ten thousand Barbarians immediately terrified them into retreating.
Confusion and noise spread among the new recruits for no apparent reason. However, when the new recruits wanted to flee the battlefield, they found that their captains, who were usually kind and taught them battlefield experience, didn't even offer a word of comfort regarding their riot. They simply silently drew their daggers and gently stabbed them in the back. When the dagger was pulled out, a gush of blood splattered all over them.
With a ferocious expression, he turned his head and looked at the trembling new recruits, yelling, "Do you think the benefits of Red Leaf Ridge are so easy to get? Do you think Merit Points (merit points) are so easy to earn? Do you think Grand Duke Andrei and the Sage spent so much money just to cultivate you cowards who run away on the battlefield?!"
The three "Do you think"s made everyone lower their heads, their faces filled with shame and embarrassment. That's right, Red Leaf Ridge spent so much money, using the best armor, the best weapons, and the best salaries, just to raise this group of useless people!?
Of course not!
They were just ordinary reservists. The true essence of Red Leaf Ridge lay in the five thousand Red Leaf Guards, but now was not the time! Not yet!
Grand Duke Andrei muttered, shaking his head as he watched the Red Leaf Ridge defense line begin to waver after only two legions of ten thousand men had been committed. The enemy still had one hundred and eighty thousand men. If the Red Leaf Guards were committed now, they probably wouldn't last until the end of the war.
"But it's time to bring her out!" Grand Duke Andrei's lips curved into a mysterious smile as he ordered his subordinates, "Command: bring up the King."
"Yes!" A knight bowed in response, then spurred his horse and galloped towards the Duke's mansion.
Five minutes later, the tottering defense line suddenly stabilized.
"Who is that?" Inglish narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman dressed in a fiery red robe and armor, like a ball of flame, and asked.
"They say it's their King, haha, a female King!" A Barbarian berserker laughed, saying. To them, a woman was a tool for bearing sons, or food, or a toy. As for fighting on the battlefield... they really had no concept of female warriors.
"Is this a joke?" Perhaps they had heard rumors, what they called "King of Knights" and "Dragon Slayer Hero," but in their eyes, it was just a show. If there really were such a woman, they would never admit it.
"No! It's not!" Bonaparte suddenly said, his face grim, looking at the red female knight, "Look at the expressions of those Camelot people."
"They seem a bit different?" Brown hesitated. These were completely two different units.
"This difference only appeared after she arrived. In other words, she made them change. She... is their spiritual pillar!" Bonaparte suddenly shouted, "Capture her! I want to ravage her in front of these tens of thousands of people, destroy her, and destroy all of Camelot!"
"Awooooooo!" His subordinates howled.
From a tactical standpoint, Bonaparte's command was not a mistake, but he angered one person—the current commander, Inglish!
Inglish had argued for and gained command, intending to slowly build his prestige. By the time the Barbarian Allied Army disbanded, and after he had eliminated Bonaparte and Brown, he could legitimately take control of the Barbarian Allied Army.
However, Bonaparte, as if in defiance, was now interfering with his command, which was absolutely unacceptable.
"Continue the attack," Inglish said calmly, his face cold.
Another two legions of ten thousand advanced. These disorganized legions were no longer so terrifying to Camelot. The reason for everything... the red figure standing on the city wall was enough to explain everything.
"King! King! King! King! King! King! King! King!" They uniformly struck the ground with their spear shafts, and a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami erupted from the city wall, like a roar. Even the Barbarians, facing such a roar, had to stop and hesitate. All the Barbarians looked fearful. Even death could not make them yield, but in the face of such roars and cheers, they were afraid!
They were actually afraid!
This feeling of shame stimulated their pride. They roared, trying to drown out the cheers of the Camelot people. They raised their battle axes, trying to eliminate this sound. They shouted loudly.
"Kill!" The golden longsword swung, rushing like a fiery cloud towards the first enemy to charge the city wall.
The power of example is infinite. The warriors of Camelot all roared in unison, thrusting their long spears. Countless Barbarians fell to the ground, whether they died from the fall or were already dead before they hit the ground was unknown.
Like dumplings falling, it was a spectacular sight.
She, standing at the very front, was invincible like a fiery red banner.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Just a mere woman! Just a mere woman, yet she dares to stand so proudly and swaggeringly on this sacred battlefield, go to hell!!!" A Barbarian, wielding a huge battle axe, swung it. This was a berserker, who had seven or eight gunshots in him but still charged forward with his wounds.
"Barbarian!" She roared, charging towards the opponent like a mad lion. The fiery long dress created a dizzying visual contrast. In just an instant, his head was already sliced off. This siege was repelled again. She raised her longsword high.
"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!" This further confirmed her stance as a goddess of victory.
Her momentum—grew even stronger.