Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 450: Hide-and-seek (3)

On a hillside above the tuyere of the Alliance camp, a ball of flame was gradually shrinking. In the past few minutes, it had burned countless dead tree branches into charcoal. The thick smoke was naturally sent downwards by the wind and blown into the barracks. Alan used Qianjun to provoke a few withered trees, so a spark flew up and floated downwards.

Looking in the direction of the barracks, he murmured, "Wilick, they should start now, right?"

Smoke interfered, distracting the camp garrison. Taking advantage of this opportunity, a few of Wilick's experts brought their soldiers to kill him. The sentinels were all uprooted by Belmond and the Dark Blade Warriors, while William and Regis acted as the commandos' spears and mercilessly plunged into the camp of the Alliance Army.

Everyone in the commandos was covered with a cloth towel that was warmed with water, and they did not get much drying up because of the thick smoke. On the contrary, under the thick smoke, the soldiers of the Alliance Army could not see the person clearly, and they would only react when the warriors on Allen's side collided with them. But at that time, they were greeted by ice-cold swords.

Wilick's heavy punch continued to blow out, and the explosive waves of energy from the heavy cannon fist swept the enemy down. On the other side of him, Regis was even more dazzling. The sword blade in his hand flew back and forth, and the saber light and sword energy destroyed a large number of enemies. With the cooperation of the two of them, they quickly made a hole in the camp.

Only when they reached the middle of the camp did the commandos encounter a strong counterattack. The coalition commander finally gathered his soldiers and formed a defensive line to fight back with the advantage of numbers. Seeing that the situation wasn't right, Wilick immediately signaled for retreat. He and Regis acted as blades when they came. When they left, they stayed behind and waited for the soldiers to retreat before leaving the camp.

Raffles sent people to chase after them, but as soon as they left the camp, they were met by a wave of fire missiles. Under the bombardment of the fireballs, more than ten meters long waves of fire hooked up, stopping the pursuers. After bypassing this wall of fire, William and the others had long disappeared into the night.

After taking stock of the battlefield, the Alliance Army lost another hundred men. In addition to the soldiers who had been poisoned to death, before they reached Sunset City, the combined death toll of the two knights' troops had risen to four hundred. This was already close to one-fourth of the total number of soldiers in the army.

This heavy loss caused the two knights to make up their minds to eradicate Alan before they reached Sunset City. Even if they would suffer heavy losses, they would not hesitate to do so. Allen's men were like a pack of wolves swimming near their prey. When they saw the opportunity, they tore a mouthful at the prey. The two of them naturally felt pain.

So the next day, at least half of the Alliance troops were sent out to search for Allen's troops carpet by carpet. But to the disappointment of the knights, they seemed to have disappeared, causing the Alliance soldiers to toss and turn for a day, but to no avail.

Another night, the coalition soldiers stayed up all night. The lessons of the first two nights were deep enough that they didn't dare to fall asleep carelessly, giving Alan a chance to take advantage of them. No one wanted to be like their comrades who had been killed inexplicably. In the end, they could only become fertilizer for this land. No one, including the two knights, could close their eyes for a moment, even though everyone was lying on the ground.

However, tonight was surprisingly calm. Alan's pack of wolves seemed to have left. Until dawn, nothing unexpected happened. However, just before dawn, the soldiers who had been waiting for the rest of the night were finally defeated by the Sleeping Demon. Not long after they closed their heavy eyelids, they heard a strange howl, followed by an explosion in the barracks. Several tents were blown away and waves of air overflowed.

The attack came and went quickly. After a wave of blazing missiles bombarded the air, the enemy once again fled far away, not giving the Alliance Army a chance to pursue them.

In the next few days, the wolves played hide-and-seek with the Alliance Army. When the Alliance Army went out to search the team, the wolves retreated far away. When the coalition forces were resting, they would change their ways of harassing the guerrillas. It was either a joint assault by experts, fireball bombardment, or a collective attack. The pattern was endless, making the two knights tired of running, but they didn't get any results.

In a few days, the Alliance Army had lost another 200 soldiers, but Allen had less than a hundred left. Even the Mountain King and Inch Fire Special Forces had lost two or three soldiers each. Naturally, the other ordinary soldiers suffered even greater losses. The fiercest battle between the two sides was when the coalition commander boldly allowed Allen's troops to go deeper. Then, he opened up the two wings and surrounded them, trapping them to death with a numerical advantage.

Allen, who had sensed the movement of the soldiers, gave the order to break out of the encirclement. As a blade, he did not retreat and instead headed straight for the strongest point of the Alliance Army. In the end, he broke through the Zhongjun army and broke out of the encirclement, but he also lost a lot of soldiers. The battle left Sir Oru and Sir Raffles smiling bitterly and speechless, and allowed them to see the ruthless side of Alan.

If he chose to leave backwards, it would be in the commander's interest. The soldiers who surrounded them on both wings would try their best to block them, while the main force at the rear would eat them and kill Allen's troops in one fell swoop. However, Allen went in the opposite direction, directly attacking the strongest point in the layout, leaving the commander with several backup plans, but none of them could be put to use.

Another day, one day and one night, the pack of wolves did not appear. When the two of them saw this carefully, they dispatched several teams to search the surrounding mountains and forests. Only after confirming that the pack of wolves was indeed far away did they dare to pull out the entire army. However, when they walked on the mountain path that had been cleared of obstacles, their mood was completely different from when they left. No one would be happy to see their army being eaten by guerrilla harassment for a third of this week.

What worried the two knights even more was the morale of the army. Under the continuous attacks, Allen had successfully established the impression of an invincible commander in the eyes of these soldiers. His ghostly tactics and the ferocious momentum of breaking out of the encirclement in the fierce battle caused the soldiers to be no longer optimistic about the Sunset City Battle. In addition, he had never thought that he would be delayed for so long before leaving, so there was a shortage of food. Although he had sent troops back to his territory to dispatch supplies during this period, the troops he had sent were like stones sinking into the sea, presumably intercepted and killed by Allen along the way.

As a result, the soldiers could only tighten their belts and go on their way, waiting for them to stand on a high slope and look at Sunset City in the afterglow of the setting sun. Oru sighed. He turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. These warriors, Feng Puchen, had yellow faces and blank eyes. They could not see the fighting spirit and morale that a soldier should have. Although there were still more than a thousand troops left, Oru was not confident that an army without morale could defeat Sunset City.

Alan, who had returned to Sunset City, also had a dirty expression on his face, and his appearance wasn't much worse than that of a homeless man. When he saw him, Tuomen was very suspicious of his eyes. Was this young man with messy hair, a gray face, a black face, tattered clothes, and incomplete armor really the Ellen who had beaten him to the point of not being able to retaliate when he was chatting and laughing?

Of course, Alan's aura was there, and even if Tuomen was blind, he wouldn't be able to admit his mistake. When they met again a week later, Tomen keenly sensed that although Alan's appearance was exhausted, his aura had condensed even more. His body carried the cold murderous aura that he had just left the battlefield, and it seemed to stimulate Tuomen at all times as if it was real, giving him a feeling of being radiant on his back.

Alan tossed him one sentence: "Prepare dinner for us."

Then he went into his own room and fought another dusty battle in the bathroom. It was hard to imagine how comfortable a person who hadn't bathed for a few days would feel after being ruthlessly washed away by clean water. In any case, Ellen felt the same as a miser looking at a room full of gold. When he walked out of the bathroom, he even snorted a few tones.

After changing into clean clothes and arriving at the dining hall, Tuomen had already ordered the kitchen to rush out a table of dishes. Although the taste wasn't perfect due to the poor heat, Allen didn't care much about it. He was accompanied by Belmore and the others, so Tuomen watched in shock as the men gulped down the food on the table.

Tuomen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and instructed the kitchen to continue cooking. Plates of dishes were served by the maids like flowing water. Whether it was roasted golden steaks or fresh vegetables mixed with salad, they were all poured into Allen's mouth without any distinction. For those who hadn't eaten a few full meals like Oru, what they were thinking about now wasn't the taste or variety of food, but the amount of food!

It took only two hours for them to eat. Finally, they sat motionlessly in their chairs and looked at each other before laughing out loud.

The laughter reminded Tuomen that they hadn't said a word when they were eating. This concentration, even if it was used to eat, was still quite astonishing. Only then could Tuomen ask what was on his mind, "Lord Allen, are you all doing well this time?"

"It's okay. We fought with each other fiercely. We've weakened their forces by about one-third." Allen said a few words and simply brought along the battles of the past few days.

Tuomen was not stupid. Just from the words "one-third of the troops", he was secretly shocked. The Alliance Army of Oru and Raffles had at least a thousand eight hundred men. Even a third of them had five or six hundred men. At that time, the number of troops Allen brought was at most three hundred. With three hundred people against six times his own army, he was still able to eat five to six hundred people. This battle record was already quite astonishing.

Moreover, when Alan returned, he had brought back over a hundred people. In other words, he had used two hundred men in exchange for three times the enemy's battle damage. This ratio could be considered a first-rate commander in chief in the empire.

Thinking of this, Tuomen had some confidence in the future of Sunset City.

At this moment, a Dark Blade Warrior came in and whispered to Ellen before retreating. Everyone's gazes naturally fell on him. Alan said calmly, "Nothing much. I just received news that Oru and the others have arrived. We should rest and set up camp ten kilometers away. We should launch an attack tomorrow."