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Seeing her leading her soldiers forward, Blake was infuriated. He grabbed her arm and said, “Are you insane? We have a plan and steps for this siege! Your actions will lead to unnecessary sacrifices!”
“I can’t worry about that. This credit can’t go solely to Sophie!” Freya wrenched her arm free, and raised her sword. “Zeke, lead our men up with me!”
Zeke was one of her subordinates, so he naturally obeyed her orders. He led the men to scramble up the ladders.
Michael was stunned at the sight.
What was going on? Their chaotic climb would disrupt the siege plan!
He grabbed Zeke, and shouted, “Get your men down! We’ve rehearsed our attack and defense! You weren’t part of the drills, and you’ll only mess up our plan!”
Zeke ignored Michael. “Up! Everyone, up the ladders!”
The situation soon devolved into chaos. Michael’s eyes were blazing with rage as he yelled at Blake, “What’s going on? Stop them now!”
Freya approached with her sword in hand, her voice cold. “Lieutenant Brown, besieging a city is the most dangerous task. My soldiers are willing to sacrifice themselves to reclaim the Southern Frontier. Calling them back now would harm their morale.”
“Do you know anything about warfare?!” Michael shoved her aside, and bellowed at the soldiers climbing the ladders, “Anyone who isn’t part of the Mystic Army, get down! Now!”
However, the soldiers didn’t listen and kept climbing. The ladders became a mess, and the Mystic Army was pulled down. Some who managed to climb up without shields were speared by the enemy and fell, screaming.
Sounds of agony filled the air. Michael and Blake were furious, but their shouts seemed powerless amid the chaos.
Freya’s voice, however, cut through the noise. “Climb! Climb to earn military merit and receive rewards!”
Under the promise of rewards, more soldiers tried to climb, only to meet death. The screams of the dying echoed as bodies fell, blood staining the ground.
Blake was in shock. He turned, and slapped Freya hard across the face. “Are you insane?! You’re killing them all!”
Freya held her cheek, stunned that he had actually hit her. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
“I was helping you! They knew the risks. If they die, the court will compensate their families. What did I do wrong?”
Upon hearing Freya’s words, Blake felt a chill in his heart.
Furious, he shouted, “They don’t need to sacrifice themselves! The Mystic Army is leading the siege! We’re just supporting them. Even if you’re here to help me, you could have them load stones instead of sending them to their deaths!”
Michael no longer cared about the chaos, and commanded, “Mystic Army, up the ladders! If anyone’s not part of our unit, kick them down!”
The Mystic Army, initially stunned, quickly regained their composure. They began climbing the ladders again, pulling down or kicking off anyone not wearing Mystic Army armor. People continued to fall, but they at least had a chance to survive without being speared.
Seeing the situation coming under control, Blake shoved Freya aside. “Go cry somewhere else!”
He rushed to the catapults, and instructed, “Keep loading the stones! Keep firing!”
Freya stood and wiped away her tears, her expression hardening. She ordered her soldiers to fall back, waiting for the city to be breached so they could rush in.
Her troops simply must steal Sophie’s glory!
Blake would regret this!
Unaware of the chaos by the ladders, Rafael and Sophie focused on destroying the crossbow machines. Liam had clearly prepared enough archers to replace those they killed, but at least the arrow rain was less dense.
Rafael needed to find an opportunity to open the gate, which required more than one person to cover him. Only he and Sophie had the skill to do it alone. Violet and the others couldn’t manage it.
The gates of Simonton City were heavy and stood almost ten meters tall, reinforced with two layers of iron. Opening them was an arduous ordeal, especially when countless arrows kept raining down from all around them.
Rafael would never let Sophie take that risk. After taking down several archers and waiting for the next wave, he flew to Sophie’s side. He quickly dispatched an archer, then whispered urgently in her ear, “Cover me! I’m going down to open the gate.”
Sophie spun her Rose Spear, glancing quickly at Rafael. His face was covered in the enemy’s blood, and she figured hers was probably the same.
“Yes, sir!” she responded.
On the battlefield, lives were as cheap as grass.
Amidst the torrential rain of arrows, Rafael’s battle robes fluttered as he darted through the city like a shooting star, quickly ascending and descending to reach the city gate.
Sophie followed closely, spinning the Rose Spear in her hand to shield him.
Seeing this, Violet and the others quickly took positions on the four corners of the city walls to destroy the enemy’s archer formations.
A group of Mystic Army soldiers who had climbed onto the walls saw what was happening, and shouted, “Shield unit, to the gate!”
Many Mystic Army soldiers, armed with shields, quickly took to the stairways on either side. The spear unit followed closely behind, hiding behind the shield unit and fighting their way down the stairs. Their disciplined training paid off-their offensive and defensive formations were perfectly executed. The hardships endured during training were worthwhile, as these maneuvers had become muscle memory. After taking down one wave, the shield unit quickly repositioned to face the next wave of attackers. They fought up close with blades, and the spear unit would advance as soon as there was a certain distance between them and the enemies.
Soon, they reached Rafael and Sophie. They formed a tight shield formation around the two, like an iron fortress.
Blake ordered the soldiers manning the catapults to continue launching stones, keeping the enemy at bay. Even he was surprised at how well he and Sophie coordinated. Then, he ordered to cease the battering ram, pulling everyone back to prepare for the breakthrough.
By now, Freya had composed herself. She gripped her sword, ready to charge in once the gate was breached.
The heavy city gate groaned loudly.
Standing at the highest point and commanding the troops, Liam didn’t order his men to continue holding their positions. He focused intently on one spot, but with so many people on the battlefield, he couldn’t discern which one was Freya.
However, he wasn’t worried. He knew he wasn’t the only one watching for Freya. All the Westhaven soldiers were looking for her, as capturing her was their primary goal. They had spent significant resources and manpower for this very purpose.
As the gates opened wide, the Hell Monarch Army and reinforcements surged in like a tidal wave.
The battlefield had moved inside Simonton City.
From the moment the siege began, the citizens locked their doors and hid inside their homes. The Sandoria soldiers had enslaved the people, and even abused women during their occupation. Despite knowing that the city would be a battlefield after the gates fell, the townsfolk fervently hoped the Hell Monarch Army would drive the Sandoria soldiers away.
As the fierce battle raged, Freya charged into the city with the main army and quickly fought her way to the front lines. Though she wasn’t the only female general, she was the only one wearing a custom battle robe specially made for her by the Ministry of Defense.
Her armor featured a red headscarf, symbolizing her determination to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her male counterparts.
Despite the chaotic fighting, she stood out like a sore thumb.
Liam spotted her, as did many Westhaven soldiers.
The strategy to target her began. The Westhaven troops she pursued began a strategic retreat, knowing her competitive nature would compel her to chase them down and try to eradicate them. Blake noticed this, and shouted, “Freya, don’t chase them!”