When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#177 - Bloody battle at Somu River!

Mamao Doghead squatted in the bushes, gazing at the Shuo Wood River battlefield ahead.

On this vast battlefield, 12 meters long and 10 meters wide, a full hundred divisions were frantically fighting before the surging Shuo Wood River.

The rusty, bloody smell permeated the air, covering all other sounds, leaving only the rhythm of the heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Clearly, the Korge Allied Forces, with only forty divisions, were being fiercely suppressed by the Munge Allied Forces, which outnumbered them by fifty percent, in this river-crossing battle.

A full sixty divisions, composed of sixty centurions forming Alexander's pike phalanx, relentlessly assaulted the Korge Allied Forces like weeds.

These beastmen were the top combat forces of their respective kingdoms, each the strongest warrior in their entire kingdom, considered top-tier elite veteran centurions.

The Shuo Wood River was the core battlefield; unlike other battlefields with mostly miscellaneous soldiers, the fighting here was much more intense.

Since the soldiers came from various countries, just like in the Ayr Empire, their spears also had different characteristics.

For example, the two divisions from the Wolf Head Kingdom simply tied kitchen knives to four-meter-long wooden sticks, while the Pisa Kingdom was slightly worse, using long bone needles.

The three divisions from the Osha Kingdom were the best equipped; two of them tied the only two iron kitchen knives in the entire country to wooden sticks, while the other had no spearhead at all.

This was already a huge investment!

As for national treasures like pitchforks and hoes, they wouldn't use them unless absolutely necessary, as it would affect the next year's farming.

Compared to the various spears, their shields were relatively uniform, either pot lids or dung pit covers.

At the front of the two armies, spears continuously thrust, sharp bone needles were broken by hard iron spoons, but the next second, a kitchen knife came forward, instantly cutting off the shaft of the iron spoon spear.

Wooden spears often broke on the bodies of warriors from both sides, and whenever this happened, the beastmen would start cursing the quartermaster.

The commander of the Munge Allied Forces, Dong Bia, shouted towards the Korge Allied Forces' phalanx: "Surrender! Victory will ultimately belong to Munge!"

"We will not surrender! We will persist until the last moment!"

"Dodge! It's the enemy's artillery!"

The slings' leather cords trembled, and stones the size of quail eggs fell like rain, once again interrupting the Munge Allied Forces' river-crossing rhythm.

But even so, the Korge army was still unable to break through the Munge elite allied forces' phalanx.

"What a firm will!" Even as a commander of the Korge Allied Forces, Hari Bado from the Gadaji Kingdom couldn't help but admire.

The Shuo Wood River, a full four meters wide, was already filled with wounded beastmen; those floating on the surface were still incessantly cursing at the enemy beastmen.

The distant dark blue mountains merged with the sky; the hundred divisions vying for this strategic location had been fighting for nearly ten days.

They had almost drained the blood of an entire generation.

"It's time, let's end this war!" Hari Ba raised the flag in his hand, waving it towards the opposite bank.

Mamao swallowed, but his throat was still dry; the Munge Alliance would never have imagined they would be here.

Under the command of Hari Ba of Gadaji, they traveled upstream under the cover of night, crossed the fifty-meter-high Delbes Mountains, and launched a surprise attack on the Munge Allied Forces from here.

Looking out from the bushes, he saw the almost completely unguarded backs of the Munge Allied Forces soldiers.

They had a full twenty elite veteran soldiers here, wielding uniform hardwood laundry war hammers, ready to act as assault troops, piercing fiercely into the enemy's rear.

When Hari Ba raised the battle flag and waved it continuously, Mamao knew it was time.

He mustn't be afraid; Mamao could only fight.

In the chaotic sound of footsteps, a full twenty elite beastman divisions rushed out of the bushes, crashing into the back of the Munge Allied Forces like a flood.

Laundry war hammers struck the back of their heads, and the previously orderly formation instantly became chaotic; Mamao and other elite warriors immediately forced the Munge Allied Forces' sixty divisions into a two-front battle.

"Damn it, it's the Korge Allied Forces!"

"Hold, hold, turn the spears... front rank, don't turn, rear rank turn, I mean the rear rank... I mean the rear rank has to turn, the front rank doesn't turn!"

"Those in the rear rank who have already turned, don't follow the front rank to turn back! The front rank that turned before, turn back, the rear rank that hasn't turned, turn back..."

"Can't you understand such a simple command? Don't you see which direction the enemy is in?"

"Hey, hey, you in the red clothes, you are in the rear rank, you turned correctly, why are you turning back now?"

"But after I turn, if there's no one in front of me, won't I be in the front rank? Didn't you say the front rank that turned before should turn back?"

"I mean, I..."

Before Dong Bia could finish speaking, a laundry war hammer came straight at him; he immediately dodged to the side, flashing into the army formation.

Regardless of why the enemy soldiers were spinning like tops in the army formation wielding spears, the Korge Allied Forces immediately seized the opportunity to cross the river and kill them.

The situation on the battlefield reversed in an instant, but the Munge army, after stabilizing their formation, did not collapse; they continued to raise their spears and counterattack frantically, their faces bruised and swollen.

Just as the Shuo Wood River was in the midst of a bloody battle, a burst of violent hoofbeats came; on the long embankment road, Horne rode his warhorse, followed by hundreds of soldiers, galloping towards them.

"Everyone, please stop!" The leader of Horne's Varangian Guard shouted, "In the name of the Pope, please stop fighting immediately! We have something to say, and this is also the intention of your two armies' lords."

But at this point, both sides were already blinded by rage; they couldn't care less about anything else, and continued to kill each other frantically.

Blood was the theme of the Shuo Wood River today.

"There's no other way, we can only go on stage to mediate." Staring at the beastmen fighting fiercely, Horne made a chopping motion with his hand, heavily ordering, "Black Hat Army, move out! Knock them all down for me!"

As if in response to this signal, hundreds of Black Hat Army Edicts appeared one after another behind them.

The bloody smell wandered in the cold air, and the leaping sunlight shone on the silver breastplates, flashing with fish-scale light, stinging the beastmen's eyes.

Dong Bia rubbed his eyes in confusion and surprise; he stared at these people in front of him, wondering why they were glowing?

Hundreds of humans with silver light shining on their bodies, burly and round-waisted, were holding a... heavens, they actually all had kitchen knives tied to their spears!

He had never seen such elite warriors in his life!

Dong Bia immediately reacted; he shouted loudly: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, the Papal Holy Knights have arrived."

But Hari Ba pretended not to hear; in his opinion, this battle had already been won, and no matter what tricks the opponent used, he would not be fooled.

"Black Hat Army!"

The hundred Black Hat Army veterans who had experienced the Battle of Jeanne d'Arc Fortress were no longer the Black Hat Army that had been beaten by White Maple mercenaries.

"Charge!"

Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, making heavy thudding sounds; each step was accompanied by the clanging of armor, this sound echoing with the orderly sound of the march.

The frequency of this sound became faster and faster; although there were only a hundred or so people, they stepped out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

A beastman warrior raised his spear high, roaring as he charged towards the Black Hat Army.

"Ya!"

The spear danced with sharp shadows, landing on the shoulder of a Black Hat soldier.

Did it actually hit?

A series of sparks burst out along the kitchen knife and the silver breastplate, scattering into the air like droplets.

"This, how is this possible?" The beastman shouted.

"Ah!"

When the Black Hat Army crashed into this battle formation of one hundred and twenty divisions, the beastman elite warriors fell like dominoes.