"Second row, prepare!"

Gray Stone shouted, his voice rough like thunder.

Ten Wildmen simultaneously raised their long spears, muscles taut, their movements uneven.

But that didn't matter, as long as the spears were hurled toward the camp.

"Throw!"

The long spears whistled through the air, again like meteors streaking across the sky, crashing into the camp with force.

"Second row, prepare!"

"Third row! Fourth row!"

The Wildmen advanced like an artillery station, row after row.

With each round of throws, ten long spears flew out with destructive power.

They specifically targeted areas with more people by the bonfire, precision was not important.

The range of the long spear wasn't as far as a bow and arrow, but its power was several times greater.

Ordinary armor was as fragile as paper in front of it, breaking with a thrust.

"What's going on? Why wasn't there a warning from the sentries?"

Chris glared at the corpses scattered around, his face pale white like a ghoul.

"I definitely arranged hidden sentries, damn it, who did this?"

Chris roared with anger, eyes filled with shock and confusion, his fingers trembling with rage.

His subordinate Oren stammered, equally stunned by the bloody scene!

He wasn't afraid of battle, but now, before the fight even began, half of their men were down!

"Is this the army of the Baron of Black Pine Ridge?"

"How could it be? He's a newly minted small baron, where did he get such power?"

Chris gritted his teeth, nearly unable to believe everything before him.

"He's just a little baron, impossible..."

Oren said nothing, such complaints were now useless.

"What do we do now?" he asked urgently, his voice shaking.

"Retreat!"

Chris shouted frantically, the sudden ambush turning his voice hoarse!

"Retreat to the woods!"

Up to twelve rounds, one hundred twenty long spears crashed into the camp.

Like a reaper's scythe, turning the area by the bonfire into a living hell.

Corpses lay everywhere, some pinned to the ground by spears, others still twitching and wailing.

"Don't worry about the wounded, charge into the forest, leave no one behind!"

Baron Rod coldly ordered, his calm voice sending a chill down the spine.

The attack horn was blown again, carrying a murderous intent.

The soldiers and Wildmen, spirits lifted, waved their longswords and axes like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing into the forest.

They didn't know what came over them, just wanting to follow Rod's instructions to chop off all the enemy heads!

The Hunting Team moved in from both sides, their arrows flying in step with their advance!

It was Gang Le who was furious; he hadn't even reached the frontline before the enemy had already retreated into the woods!

And in the thick forest, cavalry couldn't charge effectively, losing their greatest advantage.

Helplessly, Gang Le had to abandon his warhorse, holding his war axe as he dashed into the trees in pursuit!

"Kill!"

His roar shook the leaves, the remaining four knights also dismounted and rushed in!

Durant quickly dismounted as well, preparing to enter the forest with the guards.

He ran a few steps but was stopped by Rod calling from behind,

"Don't bother with those small fry."

Rod pointed in the direction of the eastern forest, ordering, "Circle around and capture those two knights for me, don't let them escape!"

Durant immediately understood what Rod meant, and with the guards, swiftly turned to the east, moving to surround the specified direction.

...

...

In the forest.

The defeated soldiers had no courage left to fight, fear spreading through their hearts like a plague.

The veteran soldiers in chain armor were better off, maintaining formation at Chris's desperate shouts, yet still filled with anxiety.

But those new to the battlefield were completely disoriented.

Especially seeing comrades pinned to the ground, blood spraying.

Not everyone could be like Baron Rod, having the commander's momentum to boost morale.

"Damn it, why is this happening?!"

Chris cursed loudly, his face full of incredible rage.

He, a noble knight, leading sixty regular soldiers, was now retreating without even knowing who the enemy was!

Chris had never faced such humiliation before!

In fact, Chris did nothing wrong.

He simply underestimated Rod too much, unaware that Rod had trained a Hunting Team highly skilled in jungle warfare.

"Hold your ground, don't run! Reform and charge them with me!"

Chris led by example, cutting down charging soldiers with his sword!

But it was to no avail, the army's collapse was like an unstoppable flood, and in no time, less than thirty soldiers remained by his side.

"Sir, we must retreat! This baron is not as simple as he seems!"

Oren called out urgently, trying to shake Chris from his anger.

"While our elites are still here, retreating means fewer losses!"

Oren continued to persuade.

During the battle by the campfire, most casualties were new recruits, only six or seven armored veterans had fallen.

Such losses were acceptable, and replacing the new recruits wouldn't be difficult by passing through a few villages.

Bringing such a force back wouldn't incur severe punishment.

"No! I must teach that baron a lesson!"

As a knight who cultivated the Breathing Technique, Chris couldn't swallow such disgrace!

Chris's gaze swept over the battlefield, finally locking onto Gang Le fighting in the forest.

His burly figure donned in heavy plate armor was rampaging through the crowd, having already felled four or five veterans.

Chris instantly recognized Gang Le as a captain.

His eyes filled with killing intent, he raised his longsword and charged straight at Gang Le!

"If I kill him, it'll hurt that baron!"

Unknowingly, Chris was convinced this force belonged to Baron Rod.

Or rather, who else in this forest could it belong to, if not Baron Rod?

Chris's pride wouldn't allow him to admit it.

"Die for me!"

Chris roared, his longsword's blade whistling through the night sky!

He could sense that there was no aura of the Breathing Technique from Gang Le, and with such ordinary people, Chris had absolute confidence.

Yet Gang Le showed no fear, swinging his axe to meet Chris's longsword head-on!

Chris laughed grimly,

"Courting death!"

As he swung his longsword, he anticipated Gang Le being repelled by his immense strength!

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, and Chris's longsword was instantly severed by the axe blade!

"What?!"

Chris's smile froze into a look of shock, his whole body losing balance from inertia, staggering forward and falling!

"Lord Chris!"

His subordinate Oren exclaimed, hurrying to assist, his sword aimed at Gang Le's throat!

Ding!

Another crisp sound!

As Oren's longsword clashed with the war axe, it too broke upon impact!

"Heh, how about it? Isn't our lord's craftsmanship impressive?"

Gang Le's voice carried a smile, emanating from his helmet.

Seeing the knight suffer made him extremely excited, proudly shouting:

"How dare you losers cause trouble on our lord's land?"

"Dream on!"

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