"Form shields!"
"Stab!"
"Blades out!"
…
On the small hill at the mouth of the valley, Samwell's voice had grown a little hoarse.
Yet the expression on his face became more and more relaxed.
Fighting up to this point, not only had those recruits completed their transformation under the baptism of blood, Samwell himself had also gained greater confidence in the military theories he had worked out. On a battlefield ruled by cold weapons, neat formations, strict discipline, and ironclad order were the most powerful weapons of all.
The savage corpses almost carpeting the hillside in front of him were the best proof of that theory.
Samwell could already feel the enemy's momentum rapidly fading. Their aura was weakening, and the ferocity of their attacks was no longer what it had been before. He believed it wouldn't be long before the savages would no longer even dare to launch another charge up the hill.
Even without Todd Buddha Flower attacking from outside, Samwell was confident he could lead these recruits to hold the valley.
Looking at the pitch-black mass of savages packed tightly along the valley road, Samwell even found time to think—if only he had a few archers.
At a time like this, just a few volleys into that crowd would absolutely shatter the barbarians' morale.
Of course, that was nothing more than wishful thinking.
A qualified archer was not so easy to train. Four months was far from enough. Not to mention, archers were an extremely expensive unit.
That would have to wait until the territory developed further in the future.
And cavalry—those would cost even more money…
"Kill!!"
A roar like rolling thunder suddenly exploded in his ears.
Samwell snapped back to his senses just in time to see a shield soldier beneath him get flung into the air like a kite with its string cut. The man tumbled several times before crashing heavily to the ground. His entire chest was caved in, and uncontrollable blood gushed from his mouth.
What happened?!
Samwell was horrified to discover that a towering savage had torn through the shield line and charged straight up. He swung a long knife with unstoppable force, the tiger-tooth necklace on his chest gleaming red with blood.
"Stop him!"
Boom!
Cheka slashed again, shattering the wooden shield in front of him. Amid the flying splinters, his blood-red eyes locked onto the man giving orders on the hillside.
"Die for me!"
Cheka let out a feral roar. Like a tiger descending the mountain, he charged straight at Samwell.
In that instant, Samwell had no chance to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and swing his sword up to block.
Clang!
Amid the violent clash of metal, Samwell's longsword flew from his hands. His entire body felt as if it had been slammed by a speeding carriage, and he was sent flying backward.
A searing pain exploded in his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Fortunately, he had chain armor protecting him. Otherwise, that terrifying savage would have split his chest open with that single strike!
Before Samwell could even catch his breath, Cheka burst into wild laughter and chopped down again.
The howling wind rushing toward his face was like the breath of death itself, nearly scaring the wits out of him.
At the moment between life and death, Samwell struggled with everything he had, scrambling sideways with hands and feet together like a giant lizard.
Pff—
The steel blade slammed heavily into the ground. The dirt and gravel it sent flying carved several bloody streaks across Samwell's face.
Just a fraction slower, and he would have been separated from his head.
Samwell tried to force himself up, but his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with molten lead. He couldn't move at all.
But Cheka lunged again.
"Protect Lord Caesar!"
The soldiers finally reacted and rushed in to stop Cheka.
Samwell sucked in several desperate breaths, only to realize his mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet taste.
What a terrifying savage!
What terrifying strength!
After days of brutal training, plus the assistance of golden-tailed shrimp, his current Strength attribute had already surpassed that of ordinary people, reaching 1.32.
Yet in front of this monstrous savage, he was still utterly fragile!
Samwell secretly estimated that this savage's Strength attribute might have reached 3—or even higher!
"Second squad, step forward! Stabilize the line! Third squad, surround that savage!"
Gasping for air, Samwell issued orders as quickly as he could.
This was the advantage of having reserve units. The breached defense line stabilized again almost immediately.
As for Cheka—even if he was terrifying, surrounded by dozens of spear-and-shield soldiers, how much trouble could he really cause?
The role of individual bravery on the battlefield was extremely limited.
Still, Samwell had to admit—what just happened was truly dangerous.
That savage's personal combat power and timing were both terrifying. The charge he launched earlier—if he had succeeded in killing Samwell, he might really have turned the entire battle around.
But unfortunately… he had fallen just short.
At this moment, Cheka was hemmed in by over a dozen spears, forced to fend left and right in chaos. Before long, several new wounds appeared on his body.
Cheka roared like a caged beast. A cold gleam flashed through his blood-red eyes as he suddenly hurled the steel knife in his hand straight at Samwell!
"Die!"
Fortunately, Samwell had been watching his movements closely. He immediately grabbed a wooden shield from a nearby soldier and raised it in front of him.
Boom!
Driven by terrifying momentum, the long knife punched straight through the wooden shield, only to be stopped by the chain armor on Samwell's body.
The sheer force sent Samwell stumbling back three steps before he collapsed onto the ground.
Swallowing the blood surging up his throat, Samwell forced himself to stand again and roared:
"Kill him!"
"Kill!"
Seeing that the savage was now unarmed, the soldiers surged forward.
"Awooo—!"
Cheka howled madly and was just about to charge again toward Samwell.
The soldiers immediately tightened their formation, ready to defend their lord to the death.
But then—unexpectedly—Cheka suddenly turned around and sprinted out of the valley.
This savage, who had been ferocious and unyielding the entire time, suddenly resorted to such a move, catching everyone completely off guard.
In a moment of confusion, Cheka actually broke out of the encirclement.
"Don't chase! Hold your positions!" Samwell quickly stopped the soldiers who were about to pursue.
Though he wished he could hack that savage into pieces, he knew the overall situation mattered more.
Besides, the savage was already badly wounded—there was no need to worry.
Although Cheka's rampage had thrown the defenders into brief chaos, it turned out to be nothing more than a final flare.
After that, the wildlings could no longer pose any real threat to the front line on the hill.
Moreover, Samwell could already hear the sounds of fighting coming from outside the valley.
Clearly, Todd had finally led his troops back.
Cheers erupted through the camp, and the soldiers' morale soared even higher.
Meanwhile, the savages on the opposite side grew increasingly despondent.
Though they organized several more attacks, the position on this not-so-high hill was like a steel city wall—utterly unbreakable.
With the path ahead blocked and their rear now under attack, the savages in the valley finally became anxious… then panicked.
At this moment, the first ray of morning light pierced through the deep darkness. It illuminated the valley still locked in fierce battle, revealing this hellish scene to everyone—
From the valley entrance to the front of the pioneering team's defensive line, a stretch of ground more than a hundred feet long was densely covered with the corpses of wildlings. Among the pile of bodies, some savages were still alive, letting out heart-rending wails as they begged only for a quick death.
Flowing blood dyed the earth a dark crimson. The thick stench of blood filled the air, almost suffocating.
This apocalyptic sight became the final straw.
The savage army finally collapsed!
They could no longer organize any meaningful attack. Some fled backward like madmen. Some clutched their heads and wept bitterly. Others collapsed motionless on the ground, as if fear itself had driven them insane…
Seizing the moment, Samwell shouted loudly to the wildlings:
"Lay down your weapons! Surrender, and you will not be killed!"
The soldiers on the hillside began advancing as well, shouting as they moved forward:
"Lay down your weapons! Surrender, and you will not be killed!"
"Lay down your weapons! Surrender, and you will not be killed!"
…
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