Chapter 27: Defeat! The Pain of a Lost Duel!

  Jason shot out like a swift arrow, his speed as fast as lightning, and the black shadow was almost invisible to the naked eye.

  Who would have thought that the beastman on horseback was not slow either, with a golden light wrapped around his hand, a long spear flashed out three times, blocking Jason's swift figure.

  "Roar!!" The ground shook, and a chilling howl rose from all directions. Suddenly, robust figures burst out of the vast snowy plain.

  "It's the stinky monkey of the Mangke tribe, everyone get ready to fight!" Ba De let out a loud roar, his sturdy body bursting forth with intense fighting spirit, fearlessly grinning as he charged towards the Mangke warriors.

  The sudden sound of horseshoes, a vague black spot appeared on the snowy plain, and then quickly approached. The intense aura and robust physique made all human mercenaries involuntarily stunned.

  "What the devil? How can there be centaurs on the wasteland? Don't they all live in the grasslands of Kampa?" Old Banson's face changed suddenly. "Raise your guns, form a phalanx and block these bastards!"

  Waving the long spear in his hand, Old Banson shouted loudly to command them. He knew how formidable these centaurs were. If they couldn't suppress their impact, more than thirty centaurs would be enough to disperse their formation completely.

  "... Bang!" The proactive Bade and the leading Tara were the first to clash, their intense auras colliding. Tara, who was at a disadvantage, was instantly knocked back seven or eight steps in a row.

  "Roar..." With a furious bellow, Tala charged forward again with his chest heaving, while Mantas beside him also let out a roar and burst forth with fighting spirit to join forces with Bade. After this period of training, the Munk warriors had not yet achieved the same level of tacit understanding as humans, but at least they were no longer blindly charging forward with bloodshot eyes, each one only looking out for themselves.

  "Clang!!" Swords and spears clashed, the charging Mongol warriors and the waiting mercenaries collided fiercely, a collision of strength, accompanied by fierce roars, sparks flying everywhere.

  "Clang, clang, clang..." The first to engage in combat, Xia Sao and Jason, surprisingly exchanged several blows before finally colliding with each other.

  "Whoa..." A series of sharp, intense crashes, the fierce collision of energies, Xia Zuo's warhorse let out a mournful whinny, its sturdy legs unable to withstand the massive counter-shock, and it collapsed with a soft thud.

  With a sudden kick of the stirrup, Xia Zuo flew off the horse like a willow leaf in the wind, and was shaken by several collisions, his palms numb. The strength of this human mercenary would not be much lower than that of Warden. The difference between them was too great, and knowing he couldn't win, Xia Zuo still insisted on fighting. He wasn't a fool, so it was better to let Warden deal with this kind of role, while he went to find some opponents with similar strength.

  In the winter wasteland of gravel, it was hard to hide one's tracks. Xia Zuo had originally planned to reuse his old trick, but he hadn't expected to be recognized.

  "You damned stinking monkey, don't think you can escape!" Jason bellowed, launching a swift and merciless pursuit. The large sword in his hand glinted with a dazzling silver light as it chopped down, seemingly about to cut Xia Zuo in two with a single blow.

  "Hsss..." A shrill whistle, a long spear made of fine steel wrapped in silver light cleaved through the air, like a silver lightning bolt, arriving right before Jerson.

  "...The familiar shift from defense to offense, the long spear not only blocked Jason's pursuit but also sent him stumbling backward several steps."

  "Human, your opponent is me!" Walden said with a serious face and a proud expression as he reached out to take back the long spear that had been shaken back.

  His human aura was very strong, and even compared to him, it wasn't far off, which is why he was worried that Shaya would get into trouble and hurried over.

  Jiǎo sēn shuāng shǒu wò jiàn liǎn sè yě jiàn jiàn yán sù xià lái, bàn rén mǎ shì kǎn pà sī shòu rén zhōng yǒu míng de qiáng héng zhǒng zú, ér duì fāng gāng cái xiǎn lù de yī shǒu dòu qì, gèng shì xiǎn chū bù fán de shí lì.

  "Comrades, kill..." Ignoring the two confronting each other, Xia Zuo suddenly stirred up a storm of snowflakes that swept towards the mercenary camp. The mercenaries standing opposite him ruthlessly raised their long knives to slash at Xia Zuo's neck. But just as they expected to see his terrified face, instead, a sneer spread across his ferocious features, and all he felt was a chill on his neck before the entire world began spinning around him.

  Mongol warriors charged into the midst of the mercenaries, disrupting their circular formation of pikes prepared to defend against the centaurs. The four-legged centaurs galloped into the chaotic crowd.

  The long spear in hand danced, and a poor mercenary must have been picked up and flown away. The force of more than 30 riders charging at the same time was so powerful that it blew the entire mercenary army into chaos.

  "Squad leader... damn it..." Old Banson shouted loudly, but soon saw Walden confronting Jason and with his experience and eyes naturally able to see the strength of that tall half-man horse, he could only silently curse.

  It's impossible to go back and support the team leader, watching the centaur who had already charged into the crowd, Old Banson seemed to have made some decision, his face showing a deep, ruthless color.

  "With a loud roar of 'Eight Extremes Explode...' his originally sturdy body suddenly expanded several sizes, the dazzling aura on him becoming so dense it was almost blinding."

  "...Bang!" A sharp, ear-piercing explosion of air, and no one saw how Old Banson moved, only to see that sturdy, somewhat deformed body suddenly appear in front of a centaur.

  It was just the simplest and most incomparable slash, even if the centaur warrior relied on his instincts to block with his horizontal spear, but his huge body of nearly three meters was still smashed out of ten meters, and the fine steel-made long spear in his hand was also smashed into an arc.

  Old Banson moved incessantly, his icy face filled with murderous intent as he pounced on the nearest centaur warrior. With just a few strikes, he dispersed the formation of the Sayan tribe's warriors, especially the centaurs, who once their charging speed was restricted, immediately fell into the mercenaries' encirclement.

  "Bikou... be careful!" The sudden change in Old Banson had already caught Shacha's attention, and now he saw him rushing towards Bikou, his eyes suddenly turning red.

  A burst of air exploded from under his feet, and Xia Zuo broke through the speed limit he had been stuck at for a while. His figure left behind several afterimages that converged in front of Bi Gu, who hastily raised the long spear in his hand to block.

  "A loud crash... The long spear in Xia Zuo's hand twisted and deformed without any hesitation, tightly grasping the spear that was about to fly out of his hand. The tiger's mouth on his palm was also cracked open with several bloody gashes by the powerful force."

  "...Wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xia Zuo exerted all his strength to manipulate his Qi and threw out the deformed long spear in his hand. He called out as he picked up the centaur who had been injured by Old Banshan beside him and jumped out of the battle circle with a few flashes."

  The Sayan tribal warriors, who had already fallen into a melee and were beginning to scatter, immediately turned around upon hearing their leader's whistle, supporting each other as they picked up their wounded comrades nearby and retreated in an orderly manner without hesitation. Their swift speed soon made the robust figures disappear from view on the snowy plain.

  "I look forward to a battle with you!" Walden, who had been confronting Jason all along, heard Shaso's shout and smiled slightly at the rare opponent, his four hooves stirring up snowflakes as he departed in a flash of lightning.

  The sudden attack ended as suddenly as it had begun, leaving behind an eerie silence, only the blood-stained snow and the wounded warhorses' whinnies remained. The mercenaries were stunned, Badr, covered in blood, led a few of them in a furious charge to pursue and kill.

  "Stop chasing me, cough, cough..." The mighty old Banson suddenly seemed to have aged ten years, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

  "Old Banson, how are you?" Jason exclaimed anxiously as he rushed back to the camp and hurried over to assist.

  "I'm fine!" Stopping the violent coughing, Old Banson waved his hand to indicate that he wouldn't die for a while, and Jason finally put down his heart, looking at the campsite full of blood, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. "Treat the wounded, count the casualties!"

  "Head, Anderson's done for!" After checking the wounded, Brad walked over with a grim expression, gesturing to Jerson to take a look at a fallen mercenary!

  "What?" Jason's face changed and he hastily walked forward. When he saw the mercenary's injuries on the ground, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

  The exquisitely crafted steel plate armor was slashed open for over a foot, from the chest to the abdomen, with the wound gaping open to both sides, at least an inch deep. Blood and water gushed out, and even broken ribs and writhing internal organs could be clearly seen. This kind of injury was impossible to treat in the wilderness, and the team's doctor had already given up and stood aside.

  "Old buddy..." Jason's eyes were a bit dull, looking at the middle-aged mercenary on the ground, and the other silently moved his mouth a few times. Jason couldn't bear to turn his face away "Help him escape from suffering!"

  "Head, it's calculated that seven are dead and twelve are injured. Three of them are seriously wounded, I'm afraid they won't make it!" Bade's face was extremely unsightly, such a short surprise attack had resulted in the loss of so many men, and what made him even more depressed was that apart from some bloodstains those damned beastmen hadn't left behind a single corpse.

  "Damn it, where did these Kampas troops come from!" Jason gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, his heart aching with severe losses.

  These warriors are mysterious and well-equipped, attacking like thunder and lightning with tacit cooperation, retreating as swiftly as a strong wind. There is also the powerful Centaur tribe, even if not the elite of Kampa, they are the elite nurtured by various tribes.

  If it weren't for Old Banson's decisive use of Dou Qi, they would have probably been defeated by those damned beastmen by now. The enemy had zero deaths in exchange for their own injuries numbering over a dozen. Such an outcome made every single mercenary look worried and say "How can we fight this battle?!"

  At the thought of his ferocious and violent appearance, as well as his fearless and crazy demeanor, the young mercenaries couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

  "Bury the fallen comrades on the spot and let the rest of you take a tight break!" Jason ordered in a serious and loud voice, trying to get the mercenaries moving instead of being lost in thought.

  Moreover, the Beastmen are notorious for their tenacity and stubbornness, refusing to give up until they achieve their goal. This time, it was because the opponent underestimated their strength, but next time, once they launch an attack, it won't be so simple. Although the Beastmen are simple and straightforward, their combat instincts will absolutely not allow them to repeat the same mistake.

  "What to do? What to do?" Looking in the direction where the beastman had left, and then looking back at the dark Wild Bull Valley behind him, Jason was stuck in a dilemma.

  What's the way forward? How can they get back home? For the first time in all these years of leading the mercenary group, Jason felt at a loss.

  On the carriage, behind a thick layer of fur, a pair of calm eyes with a hint of mockery and deep curiosity.

  While Jason was deep in thought, the warriors of the Saiya tribe were also in a state of confusion.

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