"Charge!!!!"
Hakon's furious roar echoed through the heavens and earth!
This farmer had been cautious his entire life.
He had never dared to speak so loudly before.
But at this moment, his roar shook the entire world.
The farmer he once was had died.
The soldiers were shaken by this roar.
"Kill!!" "Kill!!" "Kill!!"
They awoke in an instant, like unleashed hounds, letting out earth-shattering barks.
They charged fiercely from all directions.
Hakon led the charge, using his body to violently ram into the savages.
"For Lord Arthur!!" Hakon roared, his voice drowning out the savages' roars. "And for ourselves!!!"
The soldiers swarmed in, instantly jamming the narrow entrance until it was impenetrable.
They fought the savages in a brutal, close-quarters melee, body to body.
In an instant, roars, gnawing sounds, battle cries, the sound of weapons tearing into flesh, and the screams of the dying mingled together.
This was a death symphony of blood and fire, iron and flesh.
The gate was narrow, allowing at most three people to enter simultaneously.
Bronn blocked it immediately.
Only about twenty savages managed to rush in.
The savages behind tried to push those who had already squeezed in forward.
But the savages at the front were being pressed tightly by the Plainsmen.
People were squeezed against people, shoulder to shoulder, blood mixing with blood.
Plainsmen soldiers and High Mountain Clan savages were completely jammed together.
There was no longer any formation or tactics; only the most primitive, most brutal close-quarters combat remained.
As long as they could inflict damage on the savages.
Daggers, teeth, everything was used against them.
A savage's eyeball was brutally gouged out by a Plainsman.
A Plainsman fell, still alive, but was trampled by the Plainsmen behind him.
Arthur's soldiers drew the daggers from their waists, raised them high, and fiercely stabbed them into the savages' faces.
All ethics ceased to exist.
Savages, Plainsmen, everyone was pushing forward desperately, everyone was using all their strength.
For everyone, falling meant death! It meant being trampled to death by comrades or enemies!
This was the most primitive and brutal cold-weapon combat, with no retreat, only advance.
The ground beneath their feet was quickly soaked with blood, becoming muddy and unmanageable.
Every movement would step on something sticky, whether it was mud or internal organs.
The Milk Snake Tribe chief's fury solidified in his eyes.
He had never seen such mad resistance; these Plainsmen were like a group of prey driven to a dead end.
Launching a final attack on the hunter.
He had thought that the Plainsmen would be crushed with just one blow.
But now they had become unbreakable, even expanding outwards.
The savages behind kept pushing forward, but the savages at the front were desperately pushed back by the Plainsmen.
Under the squeeze, many savages were even crushed to death.
Or accidentally injured by their comrades' weapons.
At the narrow wooden gate, flesh and blood were mangled, and internal organs spilled out.
Every person who fell would be trampled by countless feet, becoming part of the gore.
People fought body to body, cruel and bloody.
The savages struggled, trying to stabilize their footing.
But the strength and fighting will unleashed by the Plainsmen were beyond imagination.
They were slowly pushing them back.
They underestimated the desire for survival of people facing despair.
The Milk Snake Tribe chief knew this couldn't continue.
He tried to order the savages to retreat.
And send troops to attack from the wooden wall.
But his voice was drowned out by the noisy, bloody environment.
There was only slaughter, only pushing forward, only endless roars.
People's eyes had turned red with bloodlust.
And someone had already targeted him!
The Milk Snake Tribe chief continued to roar orders.
He dragged one frenzied tribesman after another backwards.
Then punched them, trying to make them sober up.
But every savage who fell stood up and pushed forward again.
The Milk Snake Tribe chief roared in anger.
But he could no longer roar.
A dagger was thrown.
It pierced fiercely through his eyeball!
"Get up! Useless!" Bronn, after throwing the dagger, constantly cursed at Arthur's soldiers, "Get up there! Useless!!"
He fiercely and repeatedly kicked Arthur's soldiers who were being pushed back.
The immense force compelled them forward.
He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.
The mercenary was covered in blood, some from enemies, some from himself.
He was bathed in blood.
He had no choice; he couldn't leave!
His fate was tied to this damned young noble! And to these stupid soldiers!
He could only be forced to believe in hope.
"Good... bro... ther! Well... done!" Arthur, from the packed rear, pushed the soldiers. "I! Will! Give! You! More! Money!!!!"
His chest, aching to the point of explosion, made him speak haltingly.
Bronn didn't even want to look at him, remaining silent.
He continued to kick the soldiers fiercely.
In the bloody battle, the ground at the camp gate was long soaked with blood, and bodies piled up like mountains.
Both sides trampled on the bodies that had been crushed into pulp, pressing against each other.
Both sides were utterly exhausted.
But one side's instinct for survival and the other side's rage for revenge sustained them.
Just then, the ground began to tremble slightly.
At first, the tremor was faint, almost imperceptible amidst the sounds of battle.
But soon, the tremor grew stronger, even bringing a tremendous rumbling roar.
"Damn it! Finally!" Bronn was the first to notice the anomaly, cursing furiously!
Those in the midst of the fighting also gradually felt the ground shaking beneath their feet.
The savages were struck with terror; they didn't know what was happening.
But Arthur's soldiers understood what this meant!
Arthur raised his longsword, opened his mouth, and took a deep ten-second breath.
"Brothers!!!!"
"Push them out!!!!!" Arthur was roaring.
The soldiers heard him.
The soldiers let out furious roars, no longer defensive, but an almost insane offensive!
"Charge out!!!" "Push them out!!!"
They squeezed every ounce of strength from their bodies.
Stabbing with sword blades, colliding with their bodies, smashing their fists into the savages' heads.
The previous stalemate was instantly broken, as the Plainsmen warriors unleashed astonishing power.
They advanced like a flood!
The savages were greatly alarmed!
They were caught off guard by this sudden, fierce counterattack and the violent trembling beneath their feet!
The savages at the front were brutally pushed and squeezed by the Plainsmen.
The savages at the rear had no idea what was happening.
They only felt as if they were being struck by a raging bull, violently pushed backward!
Countless savages lost their balance, roaring as they fell into the bloodbath.
Then they were trampled to death by those pushing forward from behind, those retreating from the front, and the Plainsmen advancing.
The defense line at the camp gate, under the Plainsmen's furious assault.
Was pushed outwards at a visible speed!
Instinct made them want to escape the trembling beneath their feet.
But their comrades behind them and the Plainsmen in front left them nowhere to run.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"
The sound grew closer and closer, like a thousand horses galloping, or the prelude to the sky falling and the earth rending.
"Water! It's water! The water's coming!!!" An archer standing on the wooden wall pointed towards the upstream of the valley, wailing in despair!
They were the ones who would survive!!
A turbid torrent, like a wild horse unbridled.
Rolled, roared, and surged forward with overwhelming force.
Where the torrent passed, trees were uprooted.
Rocks were easily moved, and all obstacles were mercilessly crushed.
"Quick! Run!"
Finally, a savage reacted, letting out a desperate, furious roar.
He turned and wanted to run up the slope behind him.
But it was already too late.
Desperate roars and angry curses echoed through the valley!
Arthur's soldiers quickly moved to the wooden wall, following Arthur's previous deployment.
The deafening sound of water instantly drowned out all shouts and screams.
The first to be hit were the savages trying to escape backward from the entrance.
They couldn't even put up a decent resistance.
They were swept up by the massive current, like fallen leaves in a raging storm, or a lone boat in a terrifying wave.
Instantly disappearing into the surging waves.
"Arthur!" A soldier raised his sword.
Another soldier raised the sword in his hand. "Arthur!!"
One after another.
"Arthur!!!" "Arthur!!!"
People cheered, no 'Lord', no 'Master', no 'Noble', no uniformity.
"Arthur!!!!"
Only one name: "Arthur!!!!"
This sound! This name! Echoed through the valley! Accompanied by the floodwaters! Shaking heaven and earth!