Chapter Thirty-One: Initial Victory

  This work is about to be **** premiered, it may need to stop here, the fox demon is not a eunuch oh

  Our troops were arranged on the left slope of the canyon, with other squadrons to the right. When the infantry in ambush of the Imperial Army launched a trap, we would rush them down with lightning speed. Now all that was waiting for was the appearance of the enemy.

  Not far from the canyon, a team of silent marching troops was quickly passing through the forest road by the lake. The leader of this team was Baron Hank of the Dexter Empire, and he was constantly complaining: "That damned kid who doesn't even have hair growing evenly, how dare he command me to come to this dangerous place to suffer, I will never forgive him!"

  His aide could not help but remind him: "Your Excellency, this is the great Emperor's order, General Rosas is just conveying the Emperor's intention. Moreover, you have plundered many unrelated towns along the way, taking away many women and treasures, which has greatly affected our marching speed. If those Wieden people react, we may not be able to return."

  Baron Hank picked up a jug of fine wine, seized from the cellars of a plundered nobleman in Weiton, and took a swig. He sneered at him, saying: "You coward, you're really too afraid of trouble! Now their troops have all been thrown to the front line to fight against that little brat's army, and the rear is completely empty. Otherwise, how could we have marched so far in their territory without seeing any troops coming to stop us? Hahaha, even if there are remaining troops, those guys have already been intimidated by the victory of our imperial army and have become turtles with their heads shrunk back!"

  "But I think we've gone too far into enemy territory now. What if we encounter a large enemy force..." The deputy officer was still very worried.

  "Alright, alright, you're always so timid! You should know that being timid won't get you anywhere. That annoying little brat only managed to win that lucky battle because of his boldness!" Baron Hank waved his hand in disgust: "We've already found out their current location from the servants at Napple's house, and we have a detailed map of Wighton in our hands. Now all we need to do is hurry up and complete His Majesty's task so we can return and collect our reward. I'll let His Majesty know that it's not just that lucky little brat who's capable! Tell the whole army to speed up!"

  As the speed increased, the forest gradually disappeared before their eyes, and a continuous high mountain blocked the road ahead, only at the depression formed by the connection of two peaks could they just pass through, which was also the only way on the map.

  The lieutenant, eyeing the rugged terrain, warned Lord Hanck anxiously: "My lord, this place is too treacherous; if the enemy has set an ambush here, we'll be doomed."

  "Baron Hank sneered at his subordinate's cowardice: 'You gutless wonder, how could the enemy possibly know we're passing through here? If you're afraid, just tuck your tail and scurry back to the Empire yourself.'"

  Having been ridiculed by his superior, the deputy officer no longer dared to say anything and obediently followed Baron Hank into this valley of death.

  Above the canyon, I was staring at the entrance of the valley with wide eyes. Although it was my plan, I was also making my first strategic move and didn't have much confidence. If the enemy didn't act as I said, my reputation in the army would plummet. I was so nervous that I didn't even notice a deep mark had been scratched on the cliff wall beside me. Fortunately, the enemy's slow-moving figure finally appeared at the valley entrance.

  With my exceptional eyesight, I saw that the leader was a middle-aged man wearing magnificent armor, and judging from his armor style, he should be a noble. However, as a commander, he was now drinking wine. I couldn't believe my eyes - if someone were caught drinking during a march in the kingdom's army, they would face severe punishment. How could the imperial army be so indulgent? Moreover, looking at the troops behind them, this should be a cavalry unit, and logically, they should have arrived in Aize County before us. But when I analyzed their speed on the map, it felt like they were moving at the pace of an infantry unit.

  What appeared afterwards answered my question. Behind the cavalry were more than a dozen large horse-drawn carts slowly following, apparently all the spoils of their raid this time. It turned out that the leader was still a greedy guy who couldn't bear to give up his treasure and ended up sacrificing his marching speed. We were able to ambush here thanks to his greed!

  The road in the valley became increasingly narrow, and the imperial cavalry was drawn out into a long line. As I watched the last of the cavalry enter the valley, the long-awaited order finally came, and the messenger shouted loudly: "Attack!!"

  As the sound spread, the steep cliffs on both sides of the valley revealed the shadows of infantrymen who had been hiding for a long time. Arrows and stones rained down on the imperial army that was suddenly attacked, causing them to fall over each other, and the valley was filled with cries of despair.

  As the infantry had already reaped a considerable number of lives, our cavalry unit also began to attack. I mounted my war horse and shouted to the cavalrymen who were already ready to go: "Brothers, let's go and open a hole in those Dexter hybrids' asses!" The crowd, already emotionally excited, roared loudly, following me and charging at the enemy under my leadership.

  War horses whinnied and galloped down the steep slope, sending the already frightened enemy army running wildly in all directions, instantly packing the valley inside with chaotic imperial troops.

  In the twinkling of an eye, our cavalry rushed into their ranks, and limbs and blood flew everywhere. The iron torrent composed of ten thousand people swallowed up the enemy in the valley in an instant.

  "Follow me, charge!!" I swung the blade of my sword, which was over a meter long, and with one slash, cut an imperial cavalryman and his horse in two. I yelled for those behind me to follow me forward.

  "Yes, sir!" replied my deputy commander, Char, this man became extremely bloodthirsty and warlike once on the battlefield. He was pulling his long spear out of an enemy's belly as he responded to me. Behind him were my guards led by Ba, their attacks were also extremely fierce, and no enemy who came into contact with their blades could keep their body intact.

  I am most satisfied with those who were still green recruits just a few weeks ago, now they are shouting and using their bayonets to knock down the enemy. Where is there any trace of tension and unease when they first went into battle? It seems that only soldiers who have been through battles can truly grow up.

  I dodged a flying javelin by turning my head, and an imperial cavalryman charged towards me with a loud roar. However, such an enemy was not worth my effort, so I swung my sword and cut him down, also chopping his shield in two as he tried to block the attack. The half of the shield that fell behind him revealed his terrified face, which was soon followed by a trail of blood from his forehead down. In an instant, his body split into two pieces connected by a thread of flesh, and fresh blood splattered all over my armor, turning me into a bloody figure in an instant, with stinky blood covering my head and face.

  "Damn it! You filthy bastards! I'll cut you all down!" The sticky blood on my body made me extremely uncomfortable, and the anger in my chest suddenly burst forth at those Imperial Cavalrymen who dared to sully me.

  "Die! Die! Die!" With a forceful and rapid swing of my arm, my Moon-Slaying Great Sword had danced to the point where its shadow was completely invisible. All the Imperial Cavalrymen who stood in front of me or were within two meters of me were all minced into piles of flesh by the strong whirlwind formed by the sword's blade, accompanied by fresh blood raining down like rain. On the path I passed through, not a single Imperial soldier remained alive.

  I have killed countless people, and before I knew it, I had rushed from one end of the canyon to the other. Now, at this point in front of me, where a huge boulder has fallen and blocked the exit of the valley, dozens of imperial cavalrymen are crowded together, looking at me with terror on their faces. Even their war horses are restlessly whinnying, as if they had seen some kind of terrifying devil. Among them, I saw that guy who dared to drink during a military campaign, his face was as pale as a clown's after applying white powder, and he was shaking all over, not looking like a soldier at all.

  I despise such a guy, Zhan Yue raised his sword again and chopped it towards him.

  "I'm a noble! I'll give you ransom! Don't kill me!!"

  My slash stopped just ten centimeters away from his head, the knife energy sweeping across his hair and cutting off a few strands. A noble? I had forgotten that if you capture a noble on the battlefield, you can demand a ransom from them. Luckily, I had restrained myself in time and hadn't chopped down the goldmine in front of me.

  "Whoa!" Seeing my sword hovering in front of his head, the intense killing intent that came with it almost made him think he was already dead. By the time he finally realized his head was still attached to his neck, his nearly snapped nerves couldn't take it anymore and his body went limp as he fell off his horse.

  "Baron-sama!" The vice-officer beside him thought he was hurt by me and suddenly pounced on me from his horse, with a quick movement that was quite agile.

  "Hmm, not bad martial arts skills, but you're asking for death! A flash of light streaked across the air, and the deputy officer's body was as if frozen in place, his charging figure suddenly halted. Several bloodstains appeared on his forehead and body, and with a loud crash, his body shattered into countless small pieces like wooden blocks, large amounts of fresh blood flowing out from those flesh fragments."

  It was extremely coincidental that an eyeball that had rolled out of the eye socket bounced and rolled to the side of the viscount who had been scared to the ground. Looking at this eyeball which still had blood threads and muscle fibers, he fainted directly onto the ground without saying another word.

  This time the ambush ended with our complete victory, and not a single one of the enemy's 1,000 cavalrymen escaped. However, when I walked past my soldiers, they all looked at me with fear in their eyes, which left me perplexed. It wasn't until Charles told me that after I had gone into a frenzy, I had single-handedly slaughtered every last one of them, and the way I killed was like a fighting Asura, leaving behind only shredded flesh and not a single intact corpse. The 1,000-strong Imperial cavalry was halved by my own hand, and now there's rumors circulating in the army that I'm the reincarnation of a demon. No wonder they're so afraid of me. But it doesn't matter; after all, we won this battle, and I can still get a huge ransom from that noble named Hank. Fighting seems to be quite an interesting thing.