CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 405: SOUND THE HORN

Kane and the others, having gathered the intelligence, returned to the camp.

This so-called intelligence gathering was primarily to assess the enemy’s strength and exact numbers, so Kane and the others could attack with confidence.

Upon returning to the camp, Kane and his team quickly entered the tent, where Captain Horn was still sitting in a daze at the main position.

Seeing Kane and the others come in, Horn snapped back to reality and said, "You’re back."

Though he tried to muster the spirit, the discouragement in his tone was still unmistakable.

Moreover, he did not bother asking about the outcome of Kane’s reconnaissance, as he was well aware of the situation; he merely wanted Kane and the others to clearly recognize the gap between enemy and self.

"Yes," Kane nodded, then said, "We are ready. We can launch the final battle now."

Horn, watching Kane and the others’ confident demeanor despite recognizing the enemy’s superiority, couldn’t help but feel a surge of passion.

Such bravery from these young ones, how could we be so discouraged?

He immediately stood up, clenched his fist, and said, "Good!"

His voice seemed to carry a change in momentum.

Horn led Kane and the others out of the main tent onto the stage of the central training ground.

He picked up the drum hammer and struck the iron plate beside him, the sound ringing throughout the camp.

The scattered soldiers around the camp all gathered upon hearing this sound.

Despite various injuries, they maintained a neat formation and lined up below the stage.

Horn looked at the soldiers below.

"Soldiers, ten times, a hundred times our numbers have gathered in front of us, and defeat is an inevitable reality. But our blood, our honor, does not allow us to die in shame like this. Come, let’s make the final charge."

Then he drew his longsword from his waist and raised it, shouting to the sky, "For honor, willing to die!"

"Hoorah!"

"For honor, willing to die!"

The soldiers below also roared to awaken their instincts, knowing that there was no way back, and thinking that if they were to die, why not die with honor?

Standing here now, the living are seasoned veterans who possess determination, honor, and strength.

The cowards and the weak have long perished.

Then these soldiers began to gather, forming neat ranks and heading out of the camp, while those guarding the gate joined the ranks swiftly, having waited a long time.

At this time, the camp no longer housed any soldiers, even those dying from injuries dragged themselves over, including the medical soldiers attending to them.

Kane and the others walked at the forefront of the soldier’s ranks, along with Horn.

They marched in order, advancing towards the enemy’s formation.

Their movements also alerted the long-waiting enemy on the opposite side.

Both sides then halted, with the distance between them possibly only four or five hundred meters.

The soldiers of the blue phalanx all wore blue and white armor.

This color scheme made it almost impossible to accidentally injure their own in the attack.

On the battlefield, the two sides formed a striking contrast.

The blue soldiers in the front made way, as a commander rode a horse forward.

"Horn! Why did you leave your shell of comfort and come here? Are you planning to attack us with your two or three hundred disabled men? Hahaha..."

He mocked the soldiers on Horn’s side, followed by loud laughter from the soldiers behind him.

Taking the chance.

Kreya immediately donned the Lion Pride Set, fields and various auras started to spread from beneath her feet.

The soldiers around could clearly feel various enhancements infusing them.

Even Horn, about to retort, turned his head and stared at Kreya in shock.

At this moment, Kreya looked like an invincible general, emitting a captivating aura, her cloak waving in the gentle breeze.

Under Kane, a cannon array appeared, not a single gun muzzle, but large black cannon barrels aimed at the enemy ranks.

Such a dense formation deserved a good round of cannon fire.

Meizike had also applied various enhancements to Kane and his team, surrounded by two or three rotating potion bottles.

He waved towards the back, releasing waves of red particles that rapidly infused into the wounded soldiers, except those with lost limbs; the wounds on the remaining soldiers were healing swiftly.

These soldiers had come with the mindset of sacrifice but upon seeing Kane’s actions and the renewed strength in themselves, their morale soared, and even a sliver of hope arose in their hearts.

Perhaps they could win.

This time, however, Kane did not give the order to attack, instead waiting for Kreya.

A giant silver-tier Horse-Cutting Saber appeared in Kreya’s hand.

She raised it towards the front.

"Attack!"

With Kreya’s command to attack, an ethereal horn blew in everyone’s heart.

All the soldiers, including Kane, could feel their speed and strength intensifying.

Kreya swiftly transformed into a white ghost-like form, surrounded by 30 identical Lance Knights,