Contrary to the expectations of Englandâs regent, the sight of the Metal Fortresses wavering or even succumbing to despair didnât happen. Their footsteps didnât slow, and they continued to charge on with determination.
If anything, the Crusadeâs celebration allowed them to advance with greater ease.
âWhat?â Englandâs regent couldnât believe what he was seeing. âWhy arenât they frightened?! Why arenât they wavering?!â
Someone soon answered his question, not with words but a spear.
Shoosh!
A black flash pierced through the center of the celebrating army.
Blood splattered.
An entire row of soldiers collapsed just like that, plunging the battlefield into silence.
The smoke scattered, and a blood-red cavalryman emerged.
The earlier bombardment failed to strike Shu Yichao. He had no idea why those people were celebrating.
Bam!
A ballista spear flew in Shu Yichaoâs direction, but he took out his scimitar and sliced it into two. He began charging forward like an unstoppable bull.
âStruggle in the pits of despair!â
The Crusadeâs morale was crushed to see Shu Yichao ârising from the deadâ and coming after them once more.
âAHHH, MONSTER!!!â
âThe Scourge of God has come back to life!â
âHeâs unkillable! Weâre going against the Lordâs will!â
The Crusade panicked.
âWhatâs that fellow doing?!â
The Duke of Milan felt light-headed. He understood that Englandâs regent had done that to undermine the Khitansâ morale, but the problem was that not only did he fail to do so, but he had also crushed their own soldiersâ morale.
Boom!
The Metal Fortresses finally arrived at the frontlines. They followed the path Shu Yichao had opened up for them, allowing them to disregard the fences and ditches dug by the Crusade to charge into the enemy ranks.
Soldiers and horses toppled over. The Crusadeâs formation was being overrun.
Shoosh... Pak!
A ballista spear rammed into a Metal Fortress and knocked him down his horse.
âGood!â
A few soldiers of the Crusade exchanged high-fives to celebrate this mini victory.
There was no way Shu Yichao would let the enemy escape.
A footsoldier was worth a couple dinars, a knight ranged in the tens, and nobles dressed in opulent clothes could well fetch into the hundreds. It was not only fun to rake in kills, but he could strengthen his army in real time too!
I can buy more Metal Fortresses at this rate! Slaughter them all! We canât let a single one of them get away!
âGo all out!â
...
The Duke of Milan had made a wise decision choosing to escape, but he had underestimated the severity of the situation. The deserters from the Crusade had completely jammed up the city gates!
âOpen the gates!â
âIâm begging you, please open the gates!â
The soldiers at the entrance of the gates desperately pleaded, but the soldiers on the city walls dared not to open the gates, not when the blood twin-headed eagle on the battlefieldâs horizon was heading their way.
âThe Scourge of God is here!â
Realizing the urgency of the situation, the soldiers dared not dilly-dally anymore and began ramming the gates.
âHurry up and open the gates!â
The gates had been closed in such a hurry that it was a bit loose, such that it began to waver under the soldiersâ ramming. This brought a glimmer of hope to the soldiers outside the gates, prompting them to ram it even more frenziedly.
âI am your duke!â the Duke of Milan roared. âMen, open the gates now!â
Not a single person replied. The soldiers on the gates only knew to tremble.
âItâs over.â The Duke of Milan felt faint.
Clearly, the terror of the Scourge of God had made his soldiers lose their marbles.
He wanted to shout at those soldiers and question them if they were really so naive as to think that the Scourge of God wouldnât be able to breach the gates just because they refused to open it, but a quick glance at the garrison troops made him realize that they were scared out of their minds. Words wouldnât be useful here.
âLetâs leave!â
The only thought on the Duke of Milanâs mind was to flee. He couldnât care less about his noble title, his castle, or his army now. He swore he would never get involved in this darned Holy War again if he could escape alive.
The Scourge of God was not a force mortals could stop!
I can have all the heads in the world, and it still wonât be enough for him to decapitate!
It was just a pity that he moved too slow.
Thousands of Metal Fortresses had already caught up with them by this point, encircling most of the Crusadeâs deserters.
The slaughter hereby commenced.
It was like a metal ball thrown inside a cage of eggs. Everything shattered. Juice splattered.
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