Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2019 - 642: In Full Swing (Part 2)
As for the other three Giant Tortoise captains, they were completely drowned by the overwhelming magic, and in the end, only three shells looking like sieves were left, with the rest of their bodies completely annihilated...
A black cascade of arrows that blotted the sky...
Magic as fierce and menacing as the sneer of Death...
The fierce shouts of the Hai Mu warriors, overwhelmed by the devastating blows, immediately felt as if they were choked by rotten turtle eggs, collapsing painfully to the ground, and then crushed into mush by the footsteps of their charging comrades.
Even the torrential rain on the sea wasn’t as crazily dense as this; the moaning and wailing smothered the spirit of the charge and doused dreams of promotion and glory. A clear line of death was soaked with the unwilling tears and blood of the Hai Mu warriors, and the ferocious assault drowned the souls of countless brave men.
"This is not fair! This is not fair!" As the horn for retreat finally sounded like a heavenly voice, the Giant Tortoise General Dushel retreated with the ebbing tide of people, the first thing he did was kneel with bloodshot eyes before the two Mermaid royals, tears uncontrollably streaming down: "Your Highness! Your Highness! It was so horrible for us... there was nothing... not a bit of cover... why not even a little protection... boohoo..."
"Look at yourself!" Prince Rhincor’s right hand gripping the hilt of his sword had already turned pallid, his expression even more terrifyingly livid. He really wanted to kill this senior officer who was disrupting the morale with a single slash, but he also understood that the reason for the disastrous defeat in the siege couldn’t be blamed on the warriors not being brave enough.
Lying on the ground, the Giant Tortoise General Dushel cried like a child, a white Shell Shield filled with arrows tightly strapped to his left hand, while the warhammer in his right hand had long been lost.
Chief Commander Prince Abdullah and Prince Similian stood like two congealed marble statues, gazing blankly at the base camp engulfed in flames afar, where spiraling columns of fire clouds resembled fluttering butterflies soaring into the sky. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Even from such a distance, the scorching heat was still palpable to the face, countless small figures in the camp were futilely scurrying around the insurmountable fire, the dim clouds on the horizon tainted with a seductive red glow from the enormous blaze.
Such a big fire can’t be put out...
All the timber painstakingly transported here is gone...
The food and supplies are also gone, the fire is spreading to the east side of the camp...
"What’s going on... why were the Beamon able to set fire to our camp..." Prince Similian seemed to be asking someone else, yet at the same time asking himself; witnessing the 80,000 strong Hai Mu warriors charging to Witherspoon City, slaughtered at will by the Beamon troops atop the walls, he finally regained his senses and rationality. Now Similian was like a boneless koi, his weak voice filled with panic and confusion.
"Similian, don’t dwell on these pointless questions anymore, as long as the ’Avril Tower’ is transported here, we will undoubtedly take this city tonight!" Marshal Rhincor, having spent a lifetime in the military, knew that this was the most critical moment. A commander can be replaced, but the warriors cannot be robbed of their morale and fighting spirit. If such heavy casualties were suffered without even scratching the skin of this city, the consequences would be unimaginable for the Hai Mu coalition.
Upon hearing the name "Avril Tower," Similian’s once distracted eyes now burned with renewed fervor, as if he had taken "daring pills."
"Dushel! Get up, do you still look like a general?" Prince Rhincor, filled with exasperation, kicked the sobbing Giant Tortoise general: "Pull the arrows from your shield, if you’re injured go seek the Dolphin Medical Officer and Mulan Warlord, if not, then get back to the army and reorganize the personnel!"
"Your Highness, we no longer have the timber to build siege machinery... there are no trees on the Donau Wasteland... what will we do next..." The Chief Commander Prince Abdullah shivered as he spoke, goosebumps rising on his neck: "...and our food..."
"Don’t be afraid! It’s just that we’re short on supplies, the other three corps have about ten days’ worth of rations, we can temporarily transfer some over to deal with the emergency! We’ve directed the herders of the entire West Sea to drive fish into the Sanggan River, just in case!" The Mermaid Grand Marshal steadily continued to give orders: "Similian, immediately transfer a batch of supplies from the other three corps using Giant Tortoises for transport, let the soldiers eat first, after all this fighting everyone is tired, it’s time to gather some energy! Also, send twenty thousand Hai Mu warriors along with the giant Dragon Turtles from the other three armies to the Sanggan River overnight to fetch fish!"
"What about the timber?" Prince Similian, now afraid to overstep in command, obediently asked: "Should we... should we pause for a while... send people to cut some trees at the foot of the snowy mountain... just charging like this... I’m afraid even with the ’Avril Tower’... the losses will be great..."
"Now you finally care about casualties? Why did you order the siege to continue earlier then? Do you see our warrior’s main combat race as cannon fodder?" After scolding the prince, the Mermaid Marshal coldly turned to Prince Abdullah: "Your Highness, we need to trouble you to send the Camel Knights to Witherspoon to retrieve some corpses of the coalition warriors, I need to further study the enemy’s weapons."
