On a hillside in the upwind of the Alliance Camp, a ball of flame was gradually shrinking. In the past few minutes, it had burned countless dead wood branches in front of it into charcoal. The thick smoke from the burning was naturally sent down by the wind and blown into the barracks. Allen used Qianjun to provoke a few dead trees, and a spark flew up and floated down.
Looking in the direction of the barracks, he muttered, "Welik and the others should start too, right?"
Using thick smoke to interfere and distract the attention of the camp garrison. Taking advantage of this opportunity, William and the other experts brought the soldiers to kill them. The sentinels were removed by Belmore and the Dark Blade Warriors without exception, while William and Regis acted as the vanguard of the commandos and fiercely pierced into the Alliance Camp.
Everyone in the commandos had a cloth towel warmed with water over their noses, and their movements were not greatly affected by the thick smoke. On the contrary, the soldiers of the Alliance Army couldn't see who was coming under the thick smoke. Often, they would only react when the warriors on Allen's side crashed into them. But at that time, they were greeted by ice-cold swords and sabers.
William's heavy fists continued to punch out, and the explosive waves of air caused by the heavy artillery fist swept down the enemy. On his other side, Regis was even more dazzling. The long sword in his hand, the Star Saber, moved horizontally and horizontally, and the saber light and sword qi destroyed a large number of enemies. With the cooperation of the two of them, they quickly tore a gap in the camp.
When they arrived at the middle of the camp, the commandos encountered a powerful counterattack. The commander of the Alliance Army finally gathered his soldiers, formed a defensive line, and counterattacked with the advantage of numbers. Seeing that something was wrong, William immediately signaled for retreat. He and Regis acted as the blade when they came. When they left, they left the camp and waited for the soldiers to retreat before the two of them left the camp.
Lafus sent people to chase after him, but as soon as the men and horses left the camp, they were greeted by a wave of blazing missiles. Under the bombardment of fireballs, a ten-meter-long wave of fire was hooked up, stopping the pursuers. By the time they bypassed the wall of fire, William and the others had already disappeared under the curtain of night.
After counting the battlefield, the Alliance Army had lost another hundred people. In addition to the soldiers who had been poisoned before, before they reached Sunset City, the total death toll of the two Sir's troops had risen to 400, which was nearly one-fourth of the entire army.
This heavy loss made the two Sir determined to eradicate Allen before they reached Sunset City. Even if they would suffer heavy losses, they would not hesitate. After the continuous harassment, Allen's men were like a pack of wolves roaming the vicinity of their prey. When he saw the opportunity, he would tear off a mouthful of prey. After tearing too much, Olu and the others would naturally feel pain.
Therefore, the next day, at least half of the Allied Forces were sent out to search for the location of Allen's troops. However, to the disappointment of the Sir, it was as if they had disappeared. The coalition soldiers tossed and turned for a day, but there was no result.
It was another night, and the coalition soldiers did not sleep at all. The lesson from the previous two nights was enough. They didn't dare to fall asleep carelessly and give Allen an opportunity. No one wanted to be like those comrades who had been killed for no reason, and in the end, they could only become fertilizer for this land. Including the two Sir, even though everyone was lying on the ground that night, no one was able to close their eyes for a moment.
But tonight was strangely calm. Allen's pack of wolves seemed to have left. Until dawn, there was no accident. However, just before dawn, the soldiers who had been waiting for the night were finally defeated by the sleeping demon. Not long after closing their heavy eyelids, they heard a strange howl, followed by an explosion in the barracks. Several tents were blown away, and waves of air overflowed.
The attack ended as quickly as it had come. After a wave of flame missiles exploded through the air, the enemy fled far away again, not giving the Alliance Army a chance to chase after them.
In the next few days, the wolves and the Alliance Army played hide-and-seek. When the Alliance Army went out to search for the team, the wolves retreated far away. When the Alliance Army rested, they changed their ways to harass the guerrillas. It was either a joint assault of experts, a fireball bombardment, or a collective attack. The tricks were endless, causing the two Sir to be exhausted from running for their lives, but there was no result at all.
In the next few days, the Alliance Army lost another two hundred soldiers, but Allen had less than a hundred left. Even the two special forces of the King Of Mountains and Inch Fire had two or three soldiers killed in battle, and the other ordinary soldiers had naturally suffered even more losses. The fiercest battle between the two sides was when the commander of the Alliance Army boldly allowed Allen's troops to go deep. Then, he opened up his two flanks and surrounded them, using his numerical advantage to trap them to death.
Sensing the movement of the soldiers, Allen decisively gave the order for the entire army to break out of the encirclement. He used his body as a blade and did not retreat. Instead, he headed straight for the strongest point of the Alliance Army. In the end, he broke through the central army and broke out of the encirclement, but he also lost a lot of soldiers. This battle made Sir Oru and Lafus smile bitterly and speechless, and they were able to see Allen's decisive and ruthless side.
One had to know that if he chose to leave, it would be exactly what the commander wanted. The soldiers on both sides would desperately block them, while the main force in the rear would eat and kill Allen's troops in one fell swoop. However, Allen did the opposite and directly attacked the strongest point in the layout, causing the commander to have several backup plans, but none of them could be used.
Another day passed, and the wolves did not appear for one day and one night. Oru and the others were cautious and sent out a few more squads to search the surrounding mountains and forests. Only after confirming that the wolves were indeed far away did they dare to move the entire army. However, when they walked on the mountain path that had been cleared of obstacles that day, their mood was completely different from when they left. No one would be happy to see a third of their army destroyed by guerrilla warfare in the span of a week.
What worried the two Sir even more was the morale of the army. Under the continuous attacks, Allen had successfully established the impression of an invincible commander in the eyes of these soldiers. His ghostly methods of using troops, as well as his fierce aura of breaking through the encirclement in the tragic battle, made the soldiers no longer optimistic about the battle of Sunset City. In addition, he had never thought that he would be delayed for so long on the way, so there was a shortage of food. Although he had sent troops back to his territory to deploy supplies during this period, the troops sent out were like stones sinking into the sea. They must have been intercepted and killed by Allen on the way.
As a result, the soldiers could only tighten their belts and go on their way. When they stood on a high slope and looked at Sunset City under the afterglow of the setting sun. Oru sighed. He turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. These warriors were dusty, their faces yellow, and their eyes were blank. They could not see the fighting spirit and morale that soldiers should have. Although there were still more than a thousand troops left, Oru was not confident that an army without morale would be able to take down Sunset City.
Allen, who had returned to Sunset City, was also covered in dirt, and he looked no worse than a tramp. When he saw him, Tomen doubted his eyes. Was this youth with a messy head, a gray and black face, tattered clothes, and incomplete armor really the Allen who had beaten him to the point that he couldn't retaliate?
Of course, with Allen's aura there, even if Tuomen was blind, he wouldn't be able to recognize him wrongly. When they reunited a week later, Tuomen keenly sensed that although Allen looked tired, his aura was even more condensed. His body carried the cold murderous aura that had just left the battlefield. It was as if it was real, constantly stimulating Tuomen, causing him to feel as if he was on his back.
Allen only threw him one sentence: "Prepare dinner for us."
Then, he went into his own room and fought another battle with the dirt all over his body in the bathroom. It was hard to imagine how comfortable it would feel for a person who hadn't bathed for a few days to be fiercely washed by clean water. In any case, to Allen, that feeling was not much different from the joy of a miser looking at a room full of gold. When he walked out of the bathroom, he even hummed a few tones.
After changing into clean clothes and arriving at the dining hall, Tuomen had already asked the kitchen to rush out a table of dishes in a hurry. Although the taste was not perfect due to the poor heat, Allen couldn't care less. Belmore and the others were also dining with him, so Tuomen was dumbfounded as he watched the men wolfing down the food on the table.
Tuomen couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead and order the kitchen to continue cooking. Plates of dishes were served to the table by the maidservant like flowing water. Whether it was roasted golden steaks or fresh vegetables mixed with salad, Allen and the others would pour them into their mouths without any difference. For these people who hadn't eaten their fill like Olu, what they were considering now was not the taste or type of food, but the amount of food!
It took two hours just to eat. Finally, the few of them who had filled their stomachs sat motionless in their chairs. Then, they looked at each other and laughed.
The laughter reminded Tuomen that they hadn't said a single word when they were eating just now. This concentration, even if it was used to eat, was quite astonishing. At this moment, Tuomen was able to ask what was on his mind, "Lord Allen, are you all going well this time?"
"Not bad. We fought a few fierce battles with them and weakened their forces by about a third." Allen said a few words and briefly talked about the battles of the past few days.
Tuomen wasn't stupid. Just from the words "one-third of the troops", he was secretly shocked. Oru and Raffles' coalition army had at least a thousand or eight hundred people. Even a third of them had five to six hundred people. At that time, the number of troops Allen had brought with him was at most three hundred. With three hundred people against an army six times their own, they were still able to eat five to six hundred people. This battle record was already quite astonishing.
Moreover, when Allen came back, he also brought back a hundred people. In other words, he used two hundred people in exchange for three times the enemy's battle losses. This ratio could be considered a first-rate commander in the empire.
Thinking of this, Tuomen had some confidence in the future of Sunset City.
At this moment, a Dark Blade warrior came in and whispered to Allen for a while before retreating. Everyone's gazes naturally fell on him. Allen said calmly, "Nothing. I just received news that Olu and the others have arrived. They're resting and setting up camp about ten kilometers away from here. They'll probably attack tomorrow. "r1o58 said.
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