With a deafening roar, infantry soldiers of the kingdom charged out of the military camp. Once the entire infantry was out on the field, despite collectively racing ahead, each troop of infantry soldiers had tacitly formed an attack formation!
The sound of arrows whistling through air passed by my ears from time to time. Even if the archers on the barrack wall could disperse the Huns' forces, there were still more than a few fallen people in my way.
Running through the dense rain of arrows, I brushed shoulders with the god of death again and again.
The ground tremors were intensifying. The thunderous horse hooves were kicking up clouds of dust.
Closer, they were getting even closer!
"Ah!"
Dreadful shouts rang all around. In just one moment, the Hun cavalry and the kingdom's infantry soldiers have already completed the first clash of the battle.
For the first round, I did not join the majority of soldiers in charging at the advancing Hun cavalry with spears. I kept my spear in a diagonal guard in front of me instead, keeping an intense concentration as I watched the Hun cavalry coming in full force. I adjusted my defense position as needed.
For the past two years, I had been in clashes with the Huns for nearly a hundred battles, both big and small. I had their patterns well figured out, nearly all of the Huns used scimitars and rode on war horses, while only an extreme few used spears. They attacked at full force. The first clash had always been the round with the greatest casualties for kingdom's troops. Fighting them with brute force in this time was the most unwise.
Keeping a wide stance, my spear clanged repeatedly against the barrage of attacks, turning my hands numb.
Dreadful shouts from kingdom's soldiers could be heard from time to time, but I successfully survived unharmed once again.
Once the first clash was over, a gleam flashed in my eyes. The brief moment where the Huns turn around after the first charge was the most precious chance for a counter attack!
I surveyed my surroundings.
A short distance ahead of me, a Hun was turning his horse around. Without any hesitation, I charged towards the Hun cavalry with my spear. I speared through his neck with a fierce shout. Blood spewed out from the broken artery in an arc, splattering on the ground.
I pulled out the bloodied spear, daring not to linger in one spot. I went to the side of the dead Hun's war horse right away, keeping my back to it.
I curved my body so as to hide my back and head as much as possible behind it. With a hand gripping the spear, I continued to observe the surrounding battle with her other hand pressed on the handle of the podao on my waist.
Alongside the horrid cries, more than a few Hun cavalry were brought down their horses by the kingdom's spear-wielding soldiers. Once downed, they were pierced through, leaving a final shout and a pool of fresh blood.
At the same time, more than a few kingdom soldiers had their lives shortened by the scimitars of the Hun cavalry...
Briefly analyzing the situation, I promptly gave up on the spear in my hand. I pulled out the podao on my waist instead. The kingdom's war drums were still maintaining the same tempo. Two flanks of cavalry have also spread out as a net, closing in on all sides.
The Hun infantry had reached the front lines. I charged forward once again, wielding a podao. I faced a Hun soldier who was dressed in the pelts, wielding a scimitar.
Excitement flashed past my eyes. I gripped my podao as I rushed forward.
"Ding!"
My podao struck heavily onto the Hun's scimitar. Watching the big and tall Hun stagger back, I curved the corners of my lips tauntingly. At the same time, I kicked my right foot heavily into the Hun's abdomen!
The Hun hunched over in pain. I pressed forward at once, raising my podao once again and swinging it down heavily.
Seeing this, the Hun had no choice but to raise his scimitar to block it. But his stance was unsteady due to the pain. Added with the heavy blow of my podao, the Hun took two steps back, losing his balance. He crashed heavily on the ground.
I approached with my blade raised again. I stepped on the Hun's scimitar, then stomped my other foot heavily on the Hun's chest.
The big and tall Hun had not expected that a shorty like me could actually have so much strength. He could only hear something cracking in his body. Following the intense pain in his chest, something warm rose to his throat— fresh blood spurted out from his mouth.
I swung my blade down. Blood spewed and splattered, covering my face! After that, a round head with eyes bulging in bewilderment, rolled away to the side.
As the battle progressed, I shuttled back and forth between the flow of soldiers, podao in hand. Whenever I saw Huns who displayed the back of their heads to me, I would not hesitate to supply the swing of my blade.
At the same time, I kept my eyes open, doing my best not to reveal my back to the enemy.
An hour later, my clothes of coarse cloth were soaked in blood. The kingdom's outer flank of cavalry had started to draw in. Seeing that the enemy was beginning to surround them, the Huns who came aggressively chose to retreat at once.
I intended to pursue, but I stopped once I heard the change in tempo of the war drums.
The Huns were retreating. All of the kingdom soldiers who had survived pumped their weapons into the air as they yelled excitedly to the sky.
I stood still as I watched the Huns retreat into the distance. Suddenly, my knees buckled, and I sprawled onto the ground.
Lying on the ground, it took a while before I registered a sharp, throbbing pain in my leg. I had not noticed that I was hurt.
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"Buddy!" Jackson had been searching for Lisa's figure among the crowd once the battle ended, only to watch her collapse the moment he found her.
Startled, he yelled and ran to her side at the speed of fire. He turned her around, holding her in his arms as he shouted anxiously, "Buddy, are you alright? Buddy! How are you feeling, where were you hurt?"
Lying in Jackson's arms, Lisa felt no strength in her body. Other than the steady pain coming from the wound on her leg, there was also a dull pulse of pain in her abdomen. Suddenly, Lisa felt something warm sludge out from between her legs.
Seeing that Lisa seemed to be quite alert, even if her complexion was somewhat paler than usual, Jackson let out a great breath. He started to look her up and down to see where she was hurt.
Presently, Lisa's face and body was full of bloodstains. Her clothes were also soaked through with blood. Jackson found a one-inch long wound on her thigh, and thought to himself: No wonder he fell over, his leg was hurt...
Suddenly, Jackson saw a dark red colour slowly spreading from between Lisa's legs. Stunned for a moment, Jackson reflexively shut his own legs together. His expression as he looked at Lisa changed! He cried internally: It's over, buddy has lost too much from this battle. He's the last of his family line now...
Jackson looked at Lisa's pale face, then he looked at her injury. His expression changed a few times, but he could not think of how to describe her condition in words. So, for the moment, all that he could do was to shut his mouth and say nothing.
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Author's note:
Here's the first 5 chapters.
It's not that Jackson is slow, it's just that they kind of grew up together, so he didn't think in that direction at all.
Mm~ This is Lisa's first period, what to do? Everyone, give her some ideas, eh?