The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 563: I Am Furious Right Now!

Wallace can no longer remember how many times the enemy soldiers have driven him back. He only knows that there are not many warriors left around him.And he can see that at least four enemy warbands in the distance have already assembled.

At first, the soldiers of these garrison warbands were extremely nervous.

Standing opposite them are the famous Night Falcon Knights.

This was a legendary knight order they had heard about in stories since childhood.

The praises sung by countless bards had made them believe this knight order was invincible.

Today, they have to face the legendary army from those stories themselves.

Of course they lack confidence, especially when they are expected to replace the battered Fifth Legion, an elite force, and hold the line.

That makes the soldiers of the garrison warbands feel even less certain. To put it bluntly, they fear the Night Falcon Knights.

At first, they thought they would soon become cannon fodder. The Fifth Legion would not last long.

But half an hour passes, and the Fifth Legion remains steady as a rock.

Another half hour passes, and the Fifth Legion is still resisting stubbornly.

Now nearly two hours have passed since the battle began. They can all see that the Fifth Legion is almost gone.

But the Fifth Legion still has not yielded, nor has it sent a signal to change the line.

Accompanied by the war drums their lord is personally beating, the soldiers of several garrison warbands stare red-eyed at the Night Falcon Knights fighting in the distance.

They themselves do not even realize that their original fear has turned into anger.

A person cannot let two emotions rule the body at the same time.

Once anger rises, fear must retreat.

The commanders of the garrison warbands send inquiry signals again and again, wanting to take over the battlefield.

But the Fifth Legion never responds.

Henwell keeps beating the war drum while continuing to watch the battle.

For a moment, his drumbeat stops. Then it continues.

Not far away, Dalton and Cumberland keenly notice the change in Henwell's emotions. Something must have happened on the battlefield.

But they do not have Henwell's strength, so they cannot see the specific situation on the battlefield at all.

Marquess Wallace, covered in blood, pulls the longsword out of his abdomen and violently spits out a mouthful of blood.

He looks bleakly at the few knights around him and says with difficulty to the captain of his remaining guard, "Send the distress signal!"

This is a humiliation.

Since the founding of the Night Falcon Knights, this is only the third time they have sent a distress signal.

They do not even know the designation of the unit they are fighting. They do not know which Peace Haven elite force has pushed them to this point.

A giant falcon mark appears in the night sky, followed by a clear, piercing cry.

Everyone in the Ika camp sees the mark.

They all look blankly at it. Some even rub their eyes, trying to confirm that it is not an illusion.

Prince Kullen is frozen in place, staring foolishly in the direction of the Night Falcon Knights and muttering, "Impossible! Impossible! How could this happen?"

Grand Duke Kolen reacts first and shouts at the top of his lungs, "Notify the main camp! All troops move out! Advance toward the signal area!"

He knows that this is a distress signal the Night Falcon Knights only send when they are about to be destroyed.

The Night Falcon Knights cannot be destroyed. If they are, the political lives of everyone present will be finished.

The soldiers of the Peace Haven legions in the chaotic battle also notice the distress signal.

They know tonight's operation can end.

While everyone's attention is focused on the Night Falcon Knights, the two legions caught in the melee and the legion soldiers who burned the camp begin to gather together.

They can withdraw from the battlefield.

After several hours of slaughter, everyone is exhausted. When they see Peace Haven's army preparing to withdraw, no one is ready to stop them.

The Second Guard Legion, which had originally preserved its combat strength, is also transferred away at this moment to receive the retreating Night Falcon Knights.

As a result, the soldiers of the three legions face almost no interception. They form up into legion formations and begin moving toward the left wing.

At the same time, Peace Haven's cavalry cluster maneuvers again. While escorting the infantry out, it also cuts off Ika's route for reinforcing the Night Falcon Knights.

Another hour passes, and the edge of the sky begins to brighten.

The fighting on every side is nearing its end.

Before dawn, the First Cavalry Legion fights another battle.

It defeats one of Ika's seven-thousand-man cavalry clusters and scatters one of the enemy's standing legions.

Henwell arrives at the battlefield and crosses ground covered in corpses, stopping before the remaining portion of the Night Falcon Knights.

The Night Falcon Knights once numbered nine thousand. Now only thirteen hundred remain.

More than one-third of their casualties were caused by the Thunderclap Ballistae.

The remaining four thousand-plus knights were killed by the Fifth Legion with their lives.

But what is the price?

The Fifth Legion was nearly fourteen thousand strong at full strength. Now fewer than two thousand men can still stand.

The current commander of the Night Falcon Knights steps forward. "Lord of Blood Hill! On behalf of the Night Falcon Knights, I surrender to Your Excellency!"

Henwell shakes his head. "Not to me. To them."

As he speaks, he points to the blood-soaked soldiers of the Fifth Legion behind him.

Henwell continues, "Berkner, you will preside over the surrender ceremony."

Berkner limps forward, his left arm hanging weakly at his side, and stops before the enemy. "Berkner, commander of Peace Haven's Fifth Legion, accepts your surrender!"

The Night Falcon officer says, "So it was the Fifth Legion. This was your first battle, was it not?"

"You stepped onto the stage of the continent over our corpses and our honor."

"Commander Berkner, I hope you will follow the principles of noble warfare and treat our soldiers well."

Berkner nods. "That is our responsibility."

The officer offers his sword. "Then I can be at ease."

With that, he raises his hand in a continental military salute and strikes his own chest.

Henwell sighs as he watches the officer's heart meridian shatter and the man slowly fall.

The Night Falcon Knights have no commander who surrenders alive.

Berkner remains silent for a moment. Then he returns the military salute, draws his own sword, steps forward, and drives it into the officer's chest.

This is the greatest honor he can give his opponent.

It means the man did not commit suicide. He died fighting on the battlefield.

Henwell immediately issues orders to treat all wounded and count the corpses of every side.

That afternoon, Duke Kolen comes as an envoy to negotiate with Henwell.

After the two meet, neither speaks for a long while.

At last, Grand Duke Kolen breaks the silence. "Henwell, you were too ruthless. There is almost no room left to turn back, and you will become the kingdom's greatest enemy."

"Do you know what you have done? Numerous commanders, including Marquess Wallace, are dead."

"The entire Night Falcon Knights have almost been destroyed, and you are about to face the wrath of the whole kingdom!"

Henwell's gaze is cold. "Your men are people, but mine are not?"

"My newly formed Fifth Legion has been crippled."

"Garcia, the commander of my Fifth Legion, is dead too."

"Yesterday I lost a legion commander, three warband commanders, and dozens of mid-ranking officers. Were they not people?"

"And now you talk to me about your damned wrath? I am the one who is furious right now!"

"If you want to negotiate, then negotiate properly. If you do not, we keep fighting."

"Once every army has been ground away, I promise I will personally go twist off Baleqi's head!"