The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 557: Burning the Joined Camps

After Kullen returns to his formation, he has already figured out why Dilio did that. Then he cannot help cursing a few more times."Stupid! Does he think this is still business? This is war. This is a contest at the national level. That fool actually dares play tricks like this!"

Grand Duke Kolen, standing beside him, laughs. "Heh... this is normal. It is the atmosphere inside Lumir."

"Henwell of Peace Haven once said that any large-scale stupidity begins with the top influencing the bottom."

"That is why Henwell likes leading by example so much. For instance, every year he goes down to the fields to work. That is a stance."

"The people below know that he values agriculture, so Peace Haven's agriculture naturally develops very well."

"Henwell is brave and skilled in war, and his army is the same."

"The kings of Vorry have valued martial strength for generations, so the quality of Vorry's army is a step higher than everyone else's."

"Henwell gave this situation a very fitting phrase: the top sets the tone."

"Lumir is exactly like that. Because the upper levels of the entire country value trade, everyone has developed a merchant's way of thinking."

"Then that, in turn, affects the managers at the top, and eventually the country becomes what it is now."

Obian, commander of the Second Guard Legion, asks, "Your Highness, should we also advance?"

Kullen shakes his head. "Viscount, we will stay still. Let him take a little advantage."

"A contest at the national level cannot be changed by these petty tricks alone."

"Tonight, let them stand nervously at the front. Give the order to make camp and prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle."

After Henwell returns to his formation, he smiles at the legion commanders and says, "Lumir's advance really does have a strange instinct to it."

"This saves us quite a bit of trouble. Pass down the order. Proceed according to the established Plan Three, with slight adjustments."

Late that night, Dominic, commander of the First Garrison Legion, says to all his officers, "We are my lord's garrison legion. We are the First Legion!"

"We are the legion that most often receives my lord's personal command and instruction, and every one of you comes from the officer academy."

"Many of you also came out of the Iron Guard Camp. My lord personally awarded you your honors. Now we will serve as the blade."

"All of you have seen the mission. The reason it has been given to us is that in Peace Haven, our tactical quality is the best."

"Now lead your units to the assigned positions and wait for the starting signal."

"Synchronize your watches. In one hour, we move on time!"

Even the lowest-ranking officers present are centurions.

More than two hundred officers return to their respective units.

They begin passing the detailed information for tonight's operation to the squad leaders under them, then lead their soldiers under cover of night, silently leaving the camp and slowly creeping forward.

When they are five hundred meters from Lumir's camp, all units stop.

Then they wait quietly for the time to act.

When the time arrives, under their captains' command, all the soldiers begin crawling forward.

They inch closer to Lumir's camp, trying to get as close as possible.

Tuge suddenly sucks in a sharp breath. His face twists into a grimace.

The deputy captain beside him casts him a questioning look. Tuge shakes his head, signaling that he is fine.

When he was crawling just now, he scraped against a sharp stone, and it happened to hit him right in the crotch.

Tuge reaches down and feels. Damn it, he is bleeding.

Just as he wonders whether he has cut something vital, he suddenly hears the sound of warning arrows from the enemy camp.

Tuge has no time to care about anything else. He immediately climbs up from the ground. "Everyone, gather on me! Form up! Stay alert!"

Similar shouts rise one after another. Soldiers crawling on the ground immediately stand and move toward their officers.

Tuge continues, "Check your equipment. If you lost your weapon, use your backup weapon."

"Once the battle starts, remember to watch the glowing patch on my back. Do not fall behind!"

After saying that, Tuge tears away the cloth covering the armor on his back, revealing a blue fluorescent patch.

While Tuge is giving instructions to his men, he suddenly sees a fierce explosion appear at the front of the enemy camp.

That is the signal to begin.

Tuge stands, draws his longsword, raises his arm shield, and shouts, "Rapid advance! Killing is not the goal. Remember to throw the payloads!"

Then this hundred-man team begins running. Very quickly, they cross two hundred meters, pass over the already broken tents, and rush into Lumir's formation.

The hundred-man team has twenty crossbowmen, thirty spear-and-shield soldiers, thirty sword-bearing warriors, and twenty more men carrying boxes.

They take bottles out of the boxes. Each bottle has a strip of cloth at its mouth. They scrape the bottle against the side of the box, drawing out a bright chain of sparks.

Then the cloth strips ignite, and the soldiers throw the bottles toward the tents on both sides.

The firebombs hit the ground and immediately send up roaring flames.

They only attack the enemies close to them. As for the enemies fleeing everywhere, they ignore them completely.

At the same time, dozens of elite teams carry huge ballistae, jogging all the way to the front behind the troops.

One team leader waves his hand. "No need to go farther. Start here. Adjust the angle. Distance, four hundred meters. Three volleys first."

"Then at the extreme distance of eight hundred meters, fire the last three volleys of Thunderclap Ballista Bolts. After that, we have to withdraw quickly."

Before long, dense explosions ring out again inside the enemy camp.

After completing all this, the Thunderclap Ballista teams immediately hoist these precious war machines and run all the way back to their own camp.

Viewed from above, the scene is spectacular.

Large burning zones spread through Lumir's camp. Hundreds of lines of flame continue stretching inward.

And it is not over yet. Peace Haven's spellcaster advisors, led by Arcanist Gallagher, tear open one precious scroll after another.

In the end, with the cooperation of Runestones, they form an arcane torrent and trigger violent spell fluctuations.

Just when Ika and Lumir think Peace Haven is about to release some terrifying spell, they are shocked to discover that no disaster falls.

But immediately afterward, the commanders on both sides begin cursing.

Peace Haven is not using a mass attack spell at all, but an enhanced Gale Spell.

The wind is blowing toward the rear of Lumir's camp. Wind feeds fire, and the spread of the flames visibly accelerates.

This is not a disaster spell, but it works like one.

Where is the First Garrison Legion that set the fires?

Of course, they are following the fleeing Lumir soldiers and withdrawing toward the rear with them.

Facing the soldiers fleeing for their lives, Lumir cannot organize a defensive line at all.

They can only let the soldiers retreat. Once anyone blocks the way, the garrison legion's hundred-man teams immediately tear open that line of defense, making the situation even more chaotic.

Just like that, the garrison legion keeps setting fires and keeps rushing backward.

Wherever they rush, flames follow.

By now, the fire has already taken shape. It bakes the air, creating hot and cold convection, and the wind grows stronger and stronger.

There is even the spectacular sight of a fire tornado.

But to Lumir's army, this is simply a scene from hell.