Sain called out Aaron's name.
Hearing the intermittent, heart-wrenching howls from within Dragon Ridge Valley, all who heard them were terrified, their scalps tingling. No one could imagine the torment the usually resolute Black Armored Divine Soldiers were enduring to let out such despairing cries.
Zu An's expression changed, "What have you done?"
Aaron's face was relaxed and casual as he replied, "As you can see."
Looking at the empty valley mouth, the billowing smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder, it was not necessary to ask what pain the Black Armored Divine Soldiers were suffering.
Upon hearing this, Sain was shocked. The elites of the Black Armored Divine Soldier tribe were being burned alive in Dragon Ridge Valley by the Saint Roman army. Without thinking, he could imagine the scene of scorched Black Armored Divine Soldiers. His brows furrowed into two deep crevices from anger:
"Such cruel methods!"
Saying this, Sain took a deep breath. "For my tribe, the Black Armored Divine Soldiers have suffered such a calamity. How can I live on alone? Strike!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a clang of metal echoed, and in an instant, sword lights crisscrossed. The two armies drew their swords, and the air condensed to an icy point.
Above the Fulieji River, a cold wind blew, and the waves churned. In stark contrast to the heat of the barbarians, it felt like being in two different worlds.
On Tydarell's warship, there was a sense of panic. Hearing a whistle, the officials looked up and saw the famous Jiangxi general Costa speeding over on a sampan.
While a sampan was not as grand and imposing as a warship, its low hull and heavy body made it resistant to wind and waves. It was much steadier than the ostentatious warships, and it was extremely swift, reaching the warship in the blink of an eye. Tydarell and several important officials of the Winter Dynasty were received onto the boat, and then it turned back towards the water stronghold. www.kanshuwu.net
Tydarell's heart settled a little. On the way back to the camp, he suddenly saw flags fluttering on the water ahead. The beast tribe's dragon flags were waving. It was the beast tribe's navy that had emerged from the side.
This fleet consisted entirely of ramming ships and was advancing with great momentum, as if it could swallow everything.
Seeing the enemy fleet's murderous intent, Commander Costa knew that if he engaged in a hasty battle, he would likely not be able to win. He immediately ordered his troops to turn their rudder towards the direction of the water and sent a signal flag to the shore for help.
In fact, it was not necessary for Costa to send a distress signal. Agamemnon had already discovered the disturbance on the water and dispatched a large fleet to intercept it on the water, while also sending light cavalry to pursue along the river to rescue the emperor.
However, in the interval between Agamemnon's fleet setting sail, Tydarell's fleet and the beast tribe's navy had already sailed several miles apart, one behind the other.
Tydarell, surrounded by the Winter officials like stars around the moon, stared grimly at the beast tribe's navy on the water. The two armies were only about thirty meters apart, and they could even count the number of beast tribe soldiers on the enemy warships.
He had never experienced such a formation. The hull of the ship shook as it moved rapidly on the water, causing the officials to exclaim and grab the ship's railings.
Tydarell was also extremely shocked, but he was a supreme ruler with battlefield experience. Having seen many battles, he simply maintained a grim expression without any outward reaction.
Costa's fleet was not slow, but the beast tribe's fleet behind them was even faster. They clung tightly to Costa, and even several warships sent by Costa to intercept them could not slow down the enemy fleet.
After all, both armies were sailing against the wind and could not raise their sails. They could only rely on the skill of their naval crews. As they approached the mouth of the Huai River, the two armies were less than fifty meters apart. Standing on the ship, one could clearly see the excited faces of the beast tribe sailors on the opposite ship.
The distance between the two armies had reached the range of arrow attacks. Arrows flew between the fleets like locusts, and the sound of arrows breaking through the wind was continuous.
The beast tribe's shipbuilding industry had developed for hundreds of years. Since the first beast king occupied Mengyuan, they had vigorously developed their shipbuilding industry. By the Gagai era, their warships had become very sophisticated, developing to the extreme in both offense and defense. They had strong resistance to arrows, so the arrows from the Winter army's warships posed no significant threat to the beast tribe's navy.
In contrast, the Winter army's warships were far inferior in this regard. Coupled with the certain gap in the quality of the naval crews of the two armies, this resulted in heavy casualties for the Winter army's navy from the outset of the battle.
In the midst of the fierce wind and waves, the Winter army's reinforcement navy was fearless and desperately clung to the rear of the beast tribe's navy. They had no idea how this beast tribe navy had so coincidentally appeared behind Tydarell's fleet. It was clear that the enemy was extremely familiar with the local waterways, which allowed them to strike so unexpectedly and deliver such a fatal blow.
This reinforcement fleet was already an elite unit of the Winter navy. But now, they were falling further behind the beast tribe's navy. The gap between the beast tribe and the Winter armies in naval strength was surprisingly evident.
Facing the powerful offensive of the beast tribe's navy, Tydarell, with a dark expression, calmly observed the terrain on the water. Ahead was a reed marsh, and it seemed impossible to land there now.
If he were to move closer to the shore, he would have to make a large detour and be caught by the beast tribe's navy for a fatal blow.
Fortunately, he was not on the warship, otherwise it would have been truly troublesome. After all, the main target of the beast tribe's navy was the warship. As soon as the battle began, the warship was destroyed under the fierce attack of the enemy, and hundreds of Winter naval soldiers on board were sunk in the Fulieji River.
Tydarell knew that only by绕ing the reed marsh ahead and entering the water would he have a chance to reach the shore. For now, he could only hope that the beast tribe's navy would not catch up to him before he landed.
Otherwise, he might end up with a fishy end.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard dense hoofbeats from the shore. One of the adjutants excitedly said, "It's Abino!"
The generals looked towards the riverbank and saw a cavalry troop galloping along the shore, chasing their fleet, and they were about to leap over the reed marsh.
Tydarell's navy was greatly encouraged and rowed even harder.
Just as Tydarell's navy was about to round the reed marsh, they suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. Upon smelling this unusual aroma, it was as if they were facing a world-class delicacy, and saliva involuntarily flowed from their mouths.
"Not good!"
One of the adjutants pushed through the crowd and walked to the bow of the ship, sniffing carefully.
On the cliff ten thousand feet high, Xiao Xun stared indifferently ahead, her eyes somewhat vacant.
The saber, the cold light, the eagle-like sharp gaze, the powerful and irresistible impact – all of it came too suddenly, causing Xiao Xun's mind to falter. She momentarily forgot how to react, and the opponent's attack without warning left the Saint Roman army on the mountaintop no time to react.
Seeing that Augustus, who had turned his entire body into immense power, was about to strike Xiao Xun, a ball of fire, like lightning, slashed through the void and struck the nearly frenzied Augustus.
Augustus let out a piercing howl, and the blade of his saber finally dissipated helplessly less than a foot from Xiao Xun, but the strong gust of wind caused Xiao Xun's clothes to flutter.
Immediately after, a figure, stepping on the precarious cliff, rapidly collided with the falling Augustus. His hand continuously pierced through Augustus's body. Blood splattered everywhere as the blade penetrated Augustus's body, the thick smell of blood even masking the smell of burning.
Falling from a cliff tens of feet high, Augustus landed with a thud, kicking up dust. It was unknown how many times he had been stabbed, but Augustus's body was full of holes, and blood gushed out from them, a truly shocking sight.
But Augustus's eyes were fixed on the woman before him. He held his breath, refusing to die, wanting to say something excitedly, but unable to utter a word.