Ogath delved into the barbarian territory of Gan Mao to negotiate with the barbarian army, but the barbarians remained inactive until the third day after the talks, when Ogath, Hecate, and the other generals finally discovered the barbarians' unusual movements.
"Hecate, what do you think?"
Ogath, clearly pleased with the situation below the city, asked with a proud smile.
Looking at the barbarians below, singing and dancing with lax defenses, Hecate greatly admired him.
"General, your strategy is brilliant! Judging by the situation below, the barbarians have indeed fallen into the trap!"
With that, he exchanged a smile with Ogath.
Ogath withdrew his gaze and slowly said, "The barbarians besieged us from four directions; it's a pity that only this one road is so lax, considering the barbarian army's recent hard work and calculations. Since heaven wills it, they cannot blame me!"
Upon reaching this point, he said seriously, "Hecate, receive my order!"
Hecate quickly cupped his fist, "Your subordinate is here!"
"Prepare rations at one, rest at four, and the army departs at six. You will lead the vanguard of eight hundred to charge the enemy's western camp. I will follow and support you in breaking the barbarian army!"
At this moment, the barbarian soldiers were unaware that a slaughter was slowly approaching. The barbarian general Duomeili raised his wine bowl and said, "It is truly an honor for Miss to visit my Duomeili army!
Now that the Saint Roman army has surrendered, it means their courage has long been shattered. These Saint Roman soldiers fear our barbarian army the most. In the past, whenever I, Duomeili, went to Saint Roman territory to seize food, they would flee in terror at the mere sight of us from afar.
Moreover, many Saint Roman soldiers have escaped from the city recently, and haven't they all said that the Saint Roman army has no will to fight? Miss, you don't need to worry too much!"
Jessica nodded, but seemed somewhat absent-minded. While Duomeili's boastful words were not entirely unreasonable, having been among various allied armies for so long, she had never felt so relaxed as she did now, and it made her feel uneasy.
Jessica remained unable to relax, while Duomeili had already entered the mood. Having been indulging in revelry during the siege for the past few days, he had been holding back for a long time.
Now, with several bowls of wine in his stomach, he looked at the beautiful dancers at the banquet, feeling quite stirred. His eyes had become somewhat unnatural, and his Adam's apple bobbed intermittently. However, out of consideration for his niece Jessica's presence, he refrained from misbehaving. In his heart, he had already planned that once the banquet dispersed, he would definitely take one for some comfort, no! Two!
Duomeili's subordinates had clearly not indulged themselves for a long time either. Now that the restrictions were lifted, they were all elated, and the scene was extremely lively.
Amidst the sounds of drums and music, dancers swayed their hips, performing seductive dances that stirred the heart. As they listened, they seemed to hear some discordant noises mixed into the music.
Duomeili suddenly stopped the musicians and listened carefully. Without the interference of the drums and music, the sound of metal clashing outside the tent became louder, accompanied by screams and shouts...
The moment the tent curtain was lifted, shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and the whistling of arrows – all sorts of chaotic sounds flooded into the decadent tent.
A barbarian soldier rushed in in a panic, all eyes focused on him. Although he hadn't spoken, his demeanor seemed to be asking about the situation outside.
The tent, filled with over a hundred people, seemed to instantly fall into silence. Everyone stopped their actions.
Under the immense pressure, the barbarian soldier took a breath and said urgently, "Sir! Disaster has befallen us! The Saint Roman soldiers are attacking! The寨门 has already been breached, and our brothers cannot hold them back. They are about to break through!"
"What?"
Duomeili leaped to his feet and, like a maddened lion, overturned the table before him.
"How cunning are the Saint Roman army? They break their promises! Brothers, follow me out and show them our might!"
This group of rough men rushed out of the tent with a furious momentum, only to be stunned by the scene outside.
Duomeili and his men clearly still couldn't believe that the Saint Roman army had actually broken through the寨门. Before any orders could be given, the men behind them, holding their sabers and reeking of alcohol, charged towards the Saint Roman soldiers who had stormed into the camp.
Jessica also rushed out of the tent, only to see the surroundings ablaze, the shouts of battle deafening. The寨门 had long since changed hands. From a distance, she saw a young Saint Roman general, holding a long spear, killing with great fervor, firmly controlling the寨门. The Saint Roman army surged into the military camp like a flood.
The barbarian generals who charged forward were like ants trying to shake a tree, scattered by the impact of the Saint Roman army that had poured into the large camp. Clearly, the Saint Roman army had an unstoppable momentum that could not be resisted.
Although Duomeili was somewhat tipsy, he was, after all, a veteran general who had seen many battles. He understood the situation at a glance. Seeing Jessica staring at the Saint Roman general guarding the寨门, he roared, "Protect the lady!"
With that, he grabbed his wolf-tooth mace and rushed forward with his personal guards. From behind him, Jessica's voice, carried away by the wind, was heard.
"Uncle Duomeili! I'm coming to help you!"
She was then swallowed by the crowd, moving further and further away from Duomeili.
Duomeili knew that only by repelling the Saint Roman general with thunderous force could he possibly turn the tide. Otherwise, his army's fighting spirit had already waned, and they would have no will to fight.
His mind was made up, and he had no more reservations. He strode purposefully into the Saint Roman army, striking down anyone he encountered with his mace, with a sound of cracking and splintering, splattering blood and flesh.
Hecate stood at the寨门, displaying his lifelong skills. His long spear seemed like ten thousand pear blossoms, its landing points appearing random, yet each thrust was lethal.
Hecate's spear was not only fast but also possessed astonishing power. Few could withstand him for even one move. Even Hecate himself was secretly amazed by his own strength; he hadn't felt this much power when sparring with his teacher.
As for Hecate, who was on the battlefield for the first time, he did not feel any guilt over his first kill, unlike Xu Sanduo. After all, human lives were cheap in this world.
As Hecate was enthusiastically engaged in combat, he suddenly felt a stern aura lock onto him. The aura was fierce like a ten-thousand-foot gale, roaring towards him.
The fierce battle intent and immense killing intent immediately drew the attention of all the Saint Roman soldiers, making it impossible to ignore. Although Hecate was new to the battlefield, he could tell that this unarmed man was likely a high-ranking officer of the barbarian army.
Hecate did not retreat but instead advanced, spurring his horse to meet Duomeili.
As the two clashed, Duomeili swung his wolf-tooth mace fiercely at Hecate, who raised his long spear to block.
Seeing the man's robust physique, Hecate assumed he had considerable strength. He unleashed his full power without reservation. To his surprise, this block forced the opponent back several steps.
Duomeili staggered back several steps, utterly astonished. He clearly could not believe that he was outmatched by this young and handsome man, attributing it to his unsteady footing from having just drunk wine, thus allowing the opponent to gain an advantage.
Enraged, he let out a wild yell and charged at Hecate again, wanting to test his strength once more. As the commander of an army, he could not possibly believe that he would lose in terms of brute strength.
Seeing Duomeili charging at him with renewed ferocity, Hecate smiled slightly, his body flickered, and he disappeared from his horse.
This unexpected turn of events startled Duomeili, and the wolf-tooth mace in his hand became momentarily useless.
Suddenly, a blurry figure darted out from under the horse's belly. Before the spearhead even arrived, a dense killing intent permeated his entire body.
Duomeili felt a tremendous force strike his abdomen, causing a searing pain. He staggered back three or four steps and instinctively looked down at his abdomen, only to see a bloody mass of intestines spilling out.
Duomeili let out a yelp and could no longer stand. He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, and soon breathed his last.
This scene was clearly witnessed by the barbarian soldiers who had charged with Duomeili. They could never have imagined that their usually valiant commander would be so easily killed by the Saint Roman army.
Hecate had just withdrawn his spear when he heard a woman's sharp scolding from the barbarian ranks. Immediately after, a barbarian girl with distinctly exotic features leaped out of the darkness, wielding a long spear.
The girl held a silver long spear and rode a dark red horse. As the horse ran, the silver bells around her neck jingled crisper and crisper.
It turned out that the barbarian army was deeply shocked by Duomeili's death and had momentarily lost their direction. Jessica had managed to break free, and by the time they reacted, Jessica had already mounted the dark red horse and charged out.