CHAPTER 863: CHAPTER 863: WOLF, SERPENT, AND DOG

[... Leader Absek, the Southern Legion is on the move, observing their direction, they will undoubtedly head south next, first taking Wolf State, then Snake State!]

[Although Wolf State and Snake State have nominally submitted to us, the local forces are deeply intertwined, and many nobles are the backbone of the West Winds Royal Court. If the legion takes these two places, not only will we be in a predicament of being attacked from both sides, but even Leopard State and Lowell State to the east will also be in danger!]

[For the sake of Poluo Country and for the Chief Leader, I am willing to personally go to Wolf State and Snake State to resist the legion.]

[This trip is solely for the greater good, the Chief Leader need not hold me back!]

The office of the Governor’s Mansion.

Sitting at the desk, Absek read the letter from start to finish, and suddenly cursed, slamming the letter onto the table.

"That slippery guy!"

The letter was written by Shaluk.

He’s the one who accompanied him to "perform a double act" in the palace hall that day, the Horse King.

Since this Poluo Country was built by the four of them together, including the Horse King, the other two, the Tiger King and Leopard King, were also appointed as "Major Committee Members", and some who later wisely switched allegiance were also made members.

Yet, none of these three major committee members were reliable; two ran away before the fight even began, and another sent his family to Jin Galun Harbor while he moved to the airport vicinity.

Still not satisfied, Absek cursed again under his breath.

"... Such a noble cause indeed! Haha, it’s more like openly paving roads while secretly crossing bridges."

The legion moving south at this time would be absurd!

Anyone with a bit of brains can see that their next step is definitely Bull State! And it’s Bull State’s Tiandu!

The Southern Legion isn’t a monolithic entity; there should be competition between the Ten Thousand Leaders.

According to battle reports from the front line, the Southern Legion’s northern line Ten Thousand Leader Otley has already launched an attack on Dog State from Sulak County, competing with their own to see who advances faster.

Why is it that only around me there are these slippery tricksters?

Absek shook his head, unable to do anything but sigh to himself, acting the tough guy until the end.

Speaking of which, he didn’t really have the right to criticize others, wasn’t he also an opportunist?

The only "honest man" in the Heavenly King’s army was probably the late Anush.

The guards standing by exchanged glances, not knowing why the Chief Leader was angry, yet didn’t dare to ask.

At this moment, another subordinate came in, saluted, and reported.

"... Sir, the Education Commissioner wants to arrange a meeting with you to discuss public education issues."

Having no interest in these trivial matters, Absek impatiently waved his hand.

"Not going, no time! The budget’s been approved, let him handle it himself, doesn’t he see what time it is? The legion is about to hit Tiandu, I have time for his trivial matters!"

The subordinate hesitated, lowering his head as he spoke.

"But... he wants to discuss budget issues with you."

Upon hearing the word budget, Absek became even more impatient.

"Tell him that’s it, it’s good enough that I’m not docking his budget, take it or leave it."

This bunch of intellectuals really had no vision.

His big-headed soldiers couldn’t even muster a pair of pants, yet they were shouting about not having enough desks and books.

And that guy didn’t even consider that if he really approved their budget, what would those big-headed soldiers think?

No desks?

No books?

Then sit on the ground to read! Write on the ground!

Be glad you’re not rolling into trenches!

Of course, Absek only said this to himself, it wasn’t something he would ever say to that Education Commissioner.

This bunch of intellectuals had too sharp tongues, if he really started cursing, he might not even win.

The subordinate respectfully nodded and hurriedly left.

"Yes..."

Soon after, footsteps were heard again outside the door.

Just as Absek, in a bad mood, was about to get angry, he saw the two representatives from the Alliance entering, and immediately changed his demeanor like performing magic, becoming friendly at once.

"What wind blows you two here?"

The Far-sighted eagle didn’t make small talk and got straight to the point.

"It’s about the reinforcements... Our Death Legion has arrived at Jin Galun Harbor, including subsequent reinforcements, totaling over 10,000 people. Since their combat area is mainly around Bull State, performing defensive counterattack tasks, they hope you can send a few officers to assist them."

Upon hearing this, Absek was overjoyed and immediately said.

"This is easy, I’ll arrange for a Ten Thousand Leader to assist you!"

The Far-sighted eagle continued.

"It’s not necessary to have such high-ranking officers, it’s best if they’re officers familiar with the local terrain and frontline situations, we will teach you some guerrilla warfare experience... so the more people you can gather, around a hundred or so would be best."

Given Poluo Country’s current military strength, relying solely on positional warfare to hold the opponent is almost impossible, they can only find a way to conduct some guerrilla warfare.

The few legion commanders discussed on the forum and decided unanimously to let Edge Bro teach them, having a mentor is always better than letting them try it on their own lives.

Absek immediately agreed decisively.

"No problem! We have quite a few officers withdrawn from the front line here! We’ll deliver them to you!"

Although he agreed readily, he had his own calculations in mind.

Playing guerrilla warfare would definitely have significant casualties, he certainly couldn’t use his core troops.

Most of the officers withdrawn from the front line were from Dom’s old units.

Since these people lost Lion City, let them earn their redemption through merit.

The Far-sighted eagle did not mind using his officers, as long as they had front-line experience.

Compared to Anush, who "says one thing and does another," and "fools people like they are idiots," he was still very pleased with this guy’s cooperative attitude.

Not only did the brothers on the forum want to help him, but even the Far-sighted eagle himself wanted to lend him a hand.

"... By the way, what was it that made you lose your temper earlier?"

"Ah! It’s all because of being poor, excuse my outburst."

Absek said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"The money left by Witch Camel is so limited, we even have to borrow on credit to buy clothes for the soldiers, not to mention buying weapons and ammunition, and vehicles for logistics. The Agricultural Commissioner is asking me for money to buy tractors and fertilizers, can I not give it to him? But as soon as I spent that money, the Education Commissioner came to me saying they didn’t have enough textbooks... What can I do? Am I supposed to print them myself?"

Upon hearing him complain about being poor again, the Far-sighted eagle shut his mouth immediately.

He certainly didn’t have enough money to fill this gap.

Nor could the Alliance.

Only Ideal City might be able to help.

Old Stick coughed once and chimed in.

"... One thing at a time, it’s not for us to say, but maybe you could marry fewer concubines."

Upon hearing this, Absek gave a wry smile and shook his head as he said.

"... How much can a few concubines cost, and it’s not like that money comes from the treasury, whether it’s saved or not, it won’t contribute to the treasury, now that’s really one thing for another. Besides, even if I could marry fewer, can I expect my men to follow me?"

There were rumors that he had hit his private part in battle, causing him almost to lose his courage.

When he heard this rumor, he was almost infuriated, wanting to have Internal Affairs go arrest the person.

Of course, this kind of thing he just thought about, it’s impossible for him to really kill an entire family just because someone insulted him.

After all, there are too many people insulting him, even within the army, and if he killed them all, he would become a lone general.

However, speaking of which, a remark made by the Alliance brethren did open up his mind.

Absek pondered in his heart that if anyone takes a second wife in the future, there should be a tax levied.

Taking three or four should double progressively, this might bring in a large sum of money!

After all, those who can really afford to marry three or four wives aren’t those big-headed soldiers, but those land-holding old nobility.

When there comes a day they can’t afford three or four, he will use a decree to abolish this bad custom, and by then the resistance to reform would likely be much smaller.

"Say a little less."

The far-sighted eagle glared at Stick Brother, the latter chuckled sheepishly and shut his mouth.

Seeing the latter quiet, Eagle looked at Absek again and said in a softened tone.

"You have to eat your meals bite by bite, no need to rush. Once you drive away the Southern Legion, you’ll have enough time to develop. Just like Laxi, who seized the opportunity when the civil war in the southern seas ended and the Torch battle, and the economy of Mammoth Nation took off. We are recently building a space elevator, you also have opportunities."

Perhaps after hanging around with Ah Guang for a long time, he unknowingly learned to paint grand plans.

Yet Absek enjoyed it very much, with a delighted expression, nodding like a pounding garlic.

"I’ve learned! I will definitely remember sir’s words!"

Seeing this obedient look, Eagle waved his hand with a smile.

"You overpraise, indeed overpraise."

After all, he wasn’t the Manager, praising him didn’t give any benefit, so he couldn’t be bothered to be modest.

After discussing the business, Eagle feared this guy might ask for money, so pulled Old Stick and hurriedly left.

Actually, his worry was completely unnecessary, after being around for so long, Absek knew all too well that this guy couldn’t get money, so he never even brought it up.

He just habitually played poor, to show that he was different from the fool-and-rich Witch Camel.

Seeing the representative of the Alliance leave, his face instantly returned to the usual expression, holding a pompous demeanor as if nothing happened.

Then there was a knock on the door from outside, a subordinate who had just left not long ago walked in again.

Absek looked impatient.

"Don’t bother me with the Education Committee stuff, the representative of the Alliance just stepped out the door, let them go find the Alliance."

The subordinate whispered.

"But... Mr. Kaba Ha is already outside."

Absek waved his hand.

"Don’t let him in."

Seeing the subordinate not leave, he said impatiently.

"What else is there?"

The young officer immediately nodded.

"The president of the Family Meeting seeks an audience."

Family Meeting...

Absek frowned, remembering that the person seemed to be called Zayed.

Funny thing indeed.

Their former Heavenly King Army was out of West Sail Port, and so was that Family Meeting, they were "from the same master".

But the fate of the Family Meeting was not as good, they hit a hard iron plate, failed the uprising, and were massacred by the Corps’ regular army, heard over 1000 were executed.

However, just because of this incident, the Jingalon Port "Survivor’s Daily" was sympathetic with the Family Meeting’s plight, even dedicated an article to report on the Family Meeting and its President.

In that article, Zayed even stated that he admired him, it was after seeing the actions of the reformists that he decided to leave City of Dawn, wanting to do something for the suffering survivors back home.

Alas, he was of shallow talent and learning, bringing hardship to those who followed him.

This hat could not be said to not be high, but still modest to the right extent, just a head shorter than him.

He handed the hat of success to the true achiever, and proactively wore the one belonging to the "failure".

This was the reason Absek looked at him a couple more times... this guy was a smart man.

Moreover, possibly a smart man of the same kind as himself.

To showcase his open-mindedness and broad heart, and at the same time to earn Jinjaron Harbor’s public favor, Absek decided to be accommodating, after seeing Laxi of Mammoth Nation, he met this "admirer of his" once.

It was purely a courtesy meeting.

And after meeting that guy, Absek confirmed his guess in mind - this guy indeed was the same type of person as him, both opportunists good at gambling.

People like this won’t genuinely admire anyone, nor have any beliefs, not even believing the words from their own mouths, let alone being his admirer.

As for why he knows so well, it’s because he is such a person himself, and he is surrounded by people like this.

The so-called admiration for himself, is nothing more than currying favor with the powerful.

The type he disliked most was exactly this kind of guy.

After all, what people actually despise most isn’t dissidents or opponents, but those "similar but not" types.

Just like how people are innately annoyed by their own clones.

Upon understanding this point, Absek immediately lost all interest in him, using him and then discarding him aside, just instructing Internal Affairs to keep an eye on this guy and nothing else.

He could leave the ones insulting him alone.

After all, some of them never even hit the point, instead appearing foolish.

However, he found it hard not to be cautious of this guy.

This is not contradictory with him not seeing that guy as a threat.

After all, that guy is too weak.

So weak that neither he nor his family could be considered a force.

He didn’t need to bother with such ants, otherwise, he would fall into the gossip of those cultural folks.

In comparison, those knowledgeable small nobility are instead worth serious attention.

"What does he want from me?" A hint of disdain involuntarily surfaced in Absek’s eyes.

The subordinate answered honestly.

"He wants to join the army."

Absek was taken aback by the words and then burst into laughter.

"That guy who can’t even gather up to two taels of muscle wants to join the army? Let him go to the recruitment point to register, pass the physical test first!"

"Yes."

The subordinate prepared to leave, Absek suddenly thought of the Education Committee at the door, so he called out to him again.

"Hold on."

The subordinate turned back respectfully.

"Do you have any other instructions, sir?"

Absek thought for a moment, then shifted his tone and said.

"I’ve changed my mind, let him in."

The people of the Family Meeting were beginning to get a bit too full of themselves.

Waving the flag of equality, they threw away the already worthless baron.

I need to teach them a lesson so they don’t forget their place.

Especially that centurion, he seemed to have forgotten his own name.

If necessary, he would replace a centurion to take up this Education Committee.

Now I’d rather see a little ant than see him. If he has any sense, he should know what this means.

The subordinate was momentarily stunned but did not ask more questions. He simply saluted respectfully and then turned and left.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the lounge of the Governor’s Mansion, an old man with a troubled face was sitting on the sofa, his beard shaking with anger.

This man was Kaba Ha, a viscount of the old West Winds Empire, a master of songwriting and painting, who gained the admiration of Prince Dilip and thus became the director of the Royal Printing Factory.

Later, during the Heavenly King’s Rebellion, he was imprisoned, and when the reformist officers seized power, they released him from prison.

During his time in jail, he came into contact with the ideas of the Alliance and gradually understood the true reasons for the empire’s decline. So, after his release, he immediately responded to the call of the reformist officers, first working for some time in propaganda management, and finally reaching the position of Education Commissioner.

Unlike those who only wanted to climb higher, in his fifties or sixties, he genuinely wanted to do something for the survivors of Poluo Province, to ensure that his descendants did not suffer anymore.

Establishing schools seemed like a good path.

Mr. Mouse, who wrote the epic "Red Soil," set up a university in Mammoth City, allowing the youth of Poluo Country to learn real skills without having to go to the City of Dawn.

He also wanted to set up a university in Tiandu, and a bigger one than Mammoth Nation. But ironically, those who once supported him began to dodge the issue when it was time to spend money.

"This Absek is really something! Going back on his word, reneging on what he promised!"

Sitting beside the old man, a young man with a warm smile placed his hand on his hand, soothing him earnestly.

"Sir, your words aren’t fair. Leader Absek is a great hero now. I must speak fairly on his behalf. You’re a skilled teacher; he’s a skilled fighter. The areas of expertise are different. Both of you are pillars of Poluo Country; how can you attack each other?"

"A great hero! Ha! If that counts as a hero, then I think even a bear could speak human words." Kaba Ha continued to curse, wishing to spit on the ground, "Others may not dare to speak the truth, but with one foot in the grave, I won’t indulge him!"

Zayed smiled and said.

"You don’t say, I actually encountered a talking bear while I was in the Alliance."

"Alright, you’ve been to the Alliance, you’re experienced! Then you judge this fairly!"

Hearing this young man saying he’d been to the Alliance, Kaba Ha got even more excited, turning towards him and venting all his frustrations.

"He keeps saying there’s no money, but look at all these tables and chairs in the Governor’s Mansion! Are these free? And those officers, if they were a little less extravagant, married fewer concubines, how come we can’t even manage to get desks for the kids!"

"This... is indeed a problem." Zayed sighed, a touch of worry appearing in his brows, "We are too poor; we should live more frugally."

These words touched the heart of the old man.

Kaba Ha’s face showed an excited expression, his hand backing hitting his palm heavily, his beard trembling with anxiety.

"Isn’t that the problem! What’s the use of him avoiding me? Does avoiding me mean the problem gets solved?"

Zayed looked at him seriously, making an earnest expression.

"Then how much is your budget short? I also have some salary; let’s see if I can save a bit to help you?"

Kaba Ha was momentarily speechless, sighed, and said.

"I appreciate your kindness, but you keep your salary for yourself... it’s not on the same scale."

Then, worried, he spoke earnestly.

"You young people should study hard, don’t be like us old ones pinching pennies. Don’t save where it should be spent! We old bones are different; we’re atoning for our past mistakes. I have to complete what I have to do to have peace; you are the future of Poluo Country."

Establishing a school is not a one-time expenditure, but a continuous expense.

He also knew that Absek couldn’t provide the money, but he still had to chase that guy for it.

After all, he keeps pushing, and the officers can build such a big Governor’s Mansion to this extent. If he doesn’t make any noise, those guys would become even more arrogant!

Tiandu obviously has a palace!

Thinking of this, Kaba Ha sighed again. It would be nice if there were some silver coins left in Witch Camel’s treasury.

Compared to Witch Camel’s big spending, the "money for marrying wives" of those officers is indeed just a drop in the bucket.

Perhaps Zayed’s advice isn’t wrong; maybe he really is being too impatient.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the lounge, and a young officer walked in.

Kaba Ha was about to get up, but the officer didn’t look at him, instead looking at the young man beside him.

"Mr. Zayed, please come with me."

Zayed gave an unwilling glance at the old man but still sighed and followed.

"...Sir, the Leader summons me, I’ll go first, okay?"

Kaba Ha didn’t look at him, just widened his eyes, staring straight at the officer.

Due to Absek’s orders, the officer didn’t look at him the entire time, allowing him to blow his top with puffing cheeks and taking Zayed away...

...

The office of the Governor’s Mansion.

Absek, sitting behind the desk, put down the pen in his hand, examining the young man with a smile on his face.

The smile was very kind.

Yet he could see that behind that harmless smile was a sharp sword.

Just like a snake in the bushes.

No wonder he’s from the Snake Clan.

Although he’s not a race theorist, he couldn’t help but think this way.

Just as he scrutinized this guy, Zayed did something unexpected.

"Greetings, Supreme Leader!" After saying that, he raised his hand, making a gesture to bow.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing this, Absek panicked and momentarily forgot to evaluate the guy, hastily stepping up to support him.

Zayed, however, kept his head down, humbly apologizing.

"Sorry, I was so excited to meet you, I temporarily forgot my manners..."

Absek sighed, solemnly saying.

"I have to criticize you a bit, the empire is already gone. Since the survivors of Poluo Country have stood up, they are no longer allowed to kneel."

"You’re right, you’re right..." Zayed smiled apologetically, that foolish look on his face as if he sincerely admitted his mistake.

Seeing his expression, although Absek was smiling on the outside, inwardly he was increasingly disdainful.

Even somewhat contemptuous.

"Survivor’s Daily" actually compared this kind of guy to him, it was simply an insult to him!

Indeed Absek wasn’t a good person, but in the whole Poluo Province, only Laxi was worth being compared to him.

Not holding grudges against those people was his magnanimity, yet they pushed things too far.

Absek felt a thought stir in his mind, making the old fox-like smile on his face even more brilliant.

"...By the way, you said you wanted to join the army, this is easily done, I’ll agree to it."

Saying this, Absek returned to the desk, took out paper and pen, and wrote a commission.

Then, he cleared his throat and spoke in a solemn tone.

"As of today, I appoint you as the commander of the Grey Wolf Army, to go to the Snake State War Zone to prepare for battle with the legion."

He almost laughed at this commission he wrote, but he managed to hold it in.

The Grey Wolf Army is now just a bunch of bandits, neither obeying the new emperor Akbar nor accepting the United Front’s amnesty, hiding in the mountains of Horse State, gambling with Arai Yang’s ashes, and occasionally fighting skirmishes with the Mammoth border army.

This army isn’t even Poluo Country’s army; once he finds time, he’ll take care of this bunch. This commission is worse than a scrap of paper.

Not to mention, how far Horse State in the northeast is from the southernmost Snake State.

If this guy really took this commission there, he’d either be skinned by the remnants of the Grey Wolf Army or get himself killed by his "Horse King" Shaluk.

Better go hide in Jinjaron Harbor.

Absek looked at the commission in his hand with a smiling face, firmly stamping it with an official seal.

Try playing scheming tricks with me, you’re still a bit immature!

Zayed indeed looked troubled.

But watching as Absek handed over the letter of appointment, he still bit the bullet and reached out to take it.

"...At your command!"

"This task is of utmost importance... Do well, I have faith in you!" Absek patted his shoulder in a manner of an old superior, speaking earnestly.

"...Thank you for your support, esteemed leader. I will certainly not fail this mission." Zayed’s face held a bitter smile.

Absek chuckled, feeling very pleased with the expression on this guy’s face, smoothing out a lot of his originally gloomy mood.

However, he did not notice the cold smirk that appeared at the corner of that face when it turned away.

Accepting the letter of appointment, Zayed walked out of the office with heavy steps, as if the piece of paper weighed a thousand pounds.

However, the moment he stepped out, his steps lightened as if he had grown wings.

Those high and mighty people only saw the light on themselves, but couldn’t see the longing in the eyes of ordinary people.

Absek was indeed a capable man; he left no flaws, yet still stirred Absek’s apprehension.

But unfortunately, perhaps it was the confidence given by the Alliance, arrogance ultimately blinded that guy’s eyes.

While passing by the Governor’s Mansion, Zayed humbly bid farewell to the old committee member there, subtly mentioning his new assignment, and then reluctantly left the mansion amidst the elder’s indignant concern and multiple reminders.

The young man waiting by the roadside saw him and quickly ran up to follow him.

"Sir, did Absek make things difficult for you?"

Zayed gave a slight smile.

"That guy was terrified by the blood spilled on his body, just a thief who wants but doesn’t dare. If he really had the decisiveness to kill, I would have gone to see Laxi, not come to see him."

Sava was startled, pressing the baseball cap on his head, asked puzzledly.

"Isn’t he considered decisive? Anush was even..."

Worried about the presence of Internal Affairs people here, he stopped his words.

But Zayed laughed out loud.

"Even that guy can be called decisive? Then what is Anush?"

Seeing Sava’s perplexity, Zayed leisurely continued speaking.

"That old man called Kaba Ha dared to point his finger at Absek and scold him. Do you think he dares to fart an extra word in front of Anush?"

No need to fart.

Even taking a breath might get you chopped.

Sava asked puzzledly.

"...But you said Mr. Kaba Ha is a good man."

"Yes."

Casually buying a newspaper at the roadside, the indifferent man spoke expressionlessly.

"Do you want to be a good person too?"

Sava immediately shook his head, speaking modestly and bashfully.

"I belong to you, sir."

Zayed chuckled, reaching out to pat his head.

"Time to go."

One tall and one short figure gradually disappeared down the not-so-wide road, then hailed a rickshaw, heading to the inland port outside the east gate of Tiandu.

A dozen transport ships had just docked, and a team of soldiers wearing gas masks marched in a neat formation off the pier, heading straight for the military base in the north of the city.

It seemed like they were racing against time, not stopping for a moment, even though Hell lay ahead.

People spontaneously made way.

Whether it was travelers in a hurry with their luggage, laborers moving goods, or boatmen, citizens, villagers picking through stalls nearby, they all threw gazes of admiration or even worship toward those people—

those noble idealists.

Standing in the crowd, Sava suddenly sighed with envy.

"...If only we too had people willing to swear loyalty to the death like that."

Also watching those tall figures, Zayed spoke softly.

"There will be."

At the same time, on the front lines of Lion State.

A scrapped steel train lay overturned in the wilderness to the northwest of Reed Bull County.

The heavily armored carriages were crumpled together, deeply sunk into the ground, and the 902mm heavy gun was tragically concave from a shot by a railgun.

Leaning against a dismantled Chimera Armored Car, Old Na gasped, glanced at the LD-47 assault rifle in his hand, and then at the approaching steel flood in the distance.

Looks like this thing won’t be of much use...

With a wry smile, he looked at the captive sitting tied up securely not far away.

The black hood over the Vellante’s head had fallen off, and that face was now staring at him in terror.

Without sending him to his Marshal, Elena simply shouted at him.

"Get lost."

After killing so many, a couple more wouldn’t hurt, besides, killing captives wasn’t very ethical.

The Vellante looked at him in disbelief, as if doubting his own ears.

However, Elena didn’t explain, just picked up the rifle and aimed it at him.

"Bang!"

He mimicked shooting with his mouth, grinning at the fellow who fell backward into the mud in fright.

The Vellante soldier wriggled and climbed out of the mud, not daring to look back at him, running away, stumbling.

When he gets back, maybe he’ll tell his companions a story of surviving the brink of death.

Of course, he might also wonder why he came here in the first place...

There were no survivors here anymore.

Elena sighed, glanced at the heavily bleeding thigh, and pressed the communicator to send the last voice message to her brothers in the Burning Corps.

"This is the Skeleton Corps... Our mission has been overcompleted. It’s not just their armored train, the three divisions that tried to block us are all crippled – though we are as well."

"It’s a pity about those pieces of equipment. We handled it with thermite, no need to trouble you."

"Right, if you encounter the The 110,000th Squad of Poluo Nation while they’re conducting guerrilla warfare, remember to take them away from here... The battle here is over."

After a brief silence, a voice without emotion responded through the chaotic static sound.

Fang Chang: "Received, see you in three days."

"Damn it! Couldn’t you make my death a bit grander?"

Cursing, Old Na ended the communication, looking towards the western night sky.

Only to see that pitch-black night, now lit up by the flashing tracer rounds.

Just as he expected.

The army was thoroughly enraged, not even intending to leave them intact, outright resorting to an execution by artillery.

Of course, it’s also possible they were scared...

"Hahaha! This life is worth it... Bah! I’ve got another life!"

Old Na let out a hearty laugh, sprayed a burst towards the sky, and then watched as the boiling phosphorus fire fell from the sky, engulfing himself along with the mess of the battlefield behind him.

If the army thought they could wipe them out with fire, then they were too naive.

It’s only three days.

He would be back!