Chapter 284: Going All In
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A series of black crossbow bolts shot straight towards the bridge.
The hastily made wooden shields were like decorations, easily pierced.
Barbarian soldiers with no armor fell in droves.
Nearly despairing, the barbarian soldiers charged forward, eyes filled with reluctance and fear.
Then, they all fell beneath the sturdy fortress.
Anger and unwillingness couldn't change the outcome.
Watching the small tribes on the opposite shore, basically wiped out.
Ordering the soldiers to clear the bodies, Beelzebub felt grateful that he and his tribe were recruited by the lord.
Otherwise, he might have met the same fate!
"The small tribes have been cleared; now it's the turn of the medium-sized tribes."
Staring at the restless barbarian camp across the river, Beelzebub shook his head thoughtfully and continued:
"As long as the knife doesn't touch their heads, they'll be happily dividing and annexing the small tribes."
"Now that all the small tribes are gone, the remaining four medium-sized tribes are done for…"
Hearing Beelzebub's words, Leon glanced across the river with interest:
"So, the big tribe is planning to eliminate the unstable factors and seize control of all the soldiers, right?"
Sure enough.
Soon, the next group of barbarian soldiers roared and charged forward.
Compared to the previous small tribes, these soldiers had better combat skills and equipment.
However, their "momentum" was weaker than the barbarian soldiers from the small tribes.
After being attacked, they hesitated to advance.
Only under the execution squad's threat did they reluctantly continue attacking.
Beelzebub quickly reduced the shooting frequency, allowing these barbarian soldiers to approach.
Such excellent training targets and enemies representing merit and rewards had to be "used sparingly."
The first batch of 1,000 men.
They fought desperately.
They managed to push back Beelzebub's defensive troops on the bridgehead, braving crossbow fire to reach the fortress.
They fought fiercely for an hour.
When they were about to be completely wiped out,
The second batch of 1,500 men arrived.
Continuing the momentum of the attack.
They pushed forward under the hail of crossbow bolts, nearly breaching the fortress walls, only to be repelled by the blood-soaked Beelzebub.
As they regrouped, the Bay Territory's second wave of reinforcements arrived.
Forcing them back down.
Both sides clashed repeatedly on the walls.
The barbarian soldiers crowding the bridge could not advance and were passively attacked.
Some soldiers tried jumping into the water, attempting to swim ashore.
But they soon realized the bridgehead fort was surrounded by towering walls.
Unarmed, they were no match for the soldiers on the walls and became easy targets.
They persisted for two hours but ultimately failed to take the fortress, with the remaining two or three hundred fleeing in panic.
Halair placed great importance on these survivors, questioning them about the fort's defenses in front of everyone:
"The fortress has few defenders, totaling only four to five hundred; they've lost at least 300 over the past two days."
"Even if they have two squads of reinforcements, they are tired from continuous battle and won't last much longer."
"Gather all the shields, bring long wooden poles, and build temporary long ladders. We'll attack from both sides."
"My eagle knights will also join, first taking down those watchtowers, then targeting the archers below…"
"Each tribe will contribute elite soldiers; my 200 personal guards will lead the charge!"
"These elite soldiers are the strongest fighting force in this entire region."
"Once we deal with them, the plains below the river will be ours…"
"…"
The tribal leaders were hesitant.
They were quite suspicious of Halair's motives!
However, hearing Halair's meticulous arrangements,
And seeing him commit his personal guards and ace troops,
It looked like he was going all in.
They were reassured.
Halair's elite guards were at the front; if anyone died, it would be them first.
Each tribe gathered some of their elite soldiers, combining with Halair to form a force of 3,000.
They launched another attack.
About 1,000 barbarian soldiers carried long wooden poles and makeshift ladders, jumping off the bridge outside the crossbow range.
Once in position, shield-bearing barbarian soldiers charged under the onslaught of crossbow bolts.
This time, facing the aggressive barbarian soldiers,
Angela calmly ordered full fire and launched a support signal magic flare.
Her action thrilled the attacking soldiers.
"They can't hold on!"
"Charge!"
"Kill them, and this grassland will be ours!"
"Kill, don't stop!"
"Get up there!"
"…"
The first batch of barbarian soldiers crossed over the bodies of their comrades and pools of blood, rushing to the base of the fortress.
They attacked relentlessly up the steep slope.
That group of tall, burly barbarian guards.
Each had at least mid-tier combat power.
Strong-bodied, wielding massive axes, all challenge level 8+!
The leading guard captain.
Was a high-tier barbarian!
This guy, shirtless, stood 2.34 meters tall, imposing a heavy pressure on the ordinary soldiers.
Then they collided head-on with Beelzebub and the Bay Territory's captains.
Their charge was barely halted.
Angela tore open a group protection scroll and ordered:
"Fire at will!"
Heavy crossbow bolts rained down.
Enveloping them from all directions.
The formidable barbarian guards were cut down before they could showcase their full strength.
When covered by bolts, they were just as vulnerable as any ordinary soldier.
The prized eagle knights, before attacking the watchtowers, were suddenly hit by a terrifying pressure, plummeting from the sky.
The screaming eagle knights fell like dumplings.
When Yaya's beautiful form descended from the sky, she easily tore apart the remaining dozen eagle knights.
The barbarian soldiers instantly panicked.
They tried to abandon the attack and retreat.
Matthew aimed his staff below and cast five consecutive Fireball Spells.
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The wooden bridge exploded, creating a massive gap.
Staring at the now inaccessible broken bridge, the retreating soldiers were plunged into despair.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The well-ordered Bay Territory soldiers marched forward.
The cornered barbarian soldiers, amidst chaotic roars, gripped their weapons tightly, preparing for a desperate fight.
Unexpectedly, the Bay Territory soldiers didn't charge; even the raining bolts stopped.
Beelzebub stepped forward, scanned the remaining 2,000 soldiers, and spoke in the barbarian tongue:
"Drop your weapons; you've been abandoned!"
"Halair's blade has already fallen on your fellow tribesmen."
The barbarian soldiers were stunned, then heard the commotion from the opposite shore.