novelraw Chapter 686 387: He Has Arrived
Chapter 686 387: He Has Arrived
After the Battle of White Mountain, Sofia established rules for human Transcendents, forbidding them from slaughtering ordinary people on a large scale or engaging in extensive city destruction.
Besides humans, other powerful beings appearing in human territories must also abide by this rule.
Anyone daring to violate it would be personally dealt with by her.
The main objects of Sofia's protection are the humans of the Rodinia Continent.
At this moment, Roland and Lisa are using Extraordinary Abilities and Magic to slaughter the Yehu natives of the South Continent.
No matter how compassionate Sofia is, she cannot protect the ignorant natives far away on the South Continent, especially since her intersection with the concept of compassion is almost null.
The term 'compassion' does appear in Roland's dictionary, but it does not include the Yehu as a target audience.
A day ago.
The evacuation of Rama Town proceeded quickly; Hails and Hamos were selected development officials of the Prudon Kingdom, and their abilities were undoubtedly assured.
After unifying thoughts, the two coordinated seamlessly, and other officials also cooperated actively, organizing the evacuation so swiftly that even Roland was greatly impressed.
Roland also had to praise the Yehu's swiftness in action.
Unlike before, with the aid of mysterious forces, their attack speed is comparable to human elites.
Although their overall combat power and weaponry are far inferior to the human army, their efficient action compensates well for this gap.
Facing more than fifty thousand Yehu sweeping over like a tide, almost engulfing the Prudon Kingdom Army already in the open field, Roland could only look for the right moment to act.
Compared to Lisa, an Extraordinary Mage, he is indeed not proficient at mass killing, as his mass-killing ability is the standard one-time deal.
Under the radiance of the Holy Light, all beings are equal, but the Holy Light comes and goes quickly. If the enemy is smart enough to enter the battlefield in batches, Roland's Holy Light showcase would be much less effective.
However, the Yehu did not know Roland had this ability.
They firmly believed that the human Mages were exhausted, and a swarm assault at this time would guarantee victory.
The Commanders supervised the front lines, and the tribal Witch Doctors rhythmically beat war drums, resounding in everyone's heart.
The Yehu, inspired by the drumming, were emotionally stirred, and howling, they launched a fearless charge.
Prudon soldiers, however, were dispirited under the interference of the drumbeats.
Before the popularization of advanced modern communication and control methods, drums and bugles were the best choice for commanding the army.
As long as the army had a strong execution power and combat power, the sounded bugle could scare the enemy senseless.
Each major nation in Rodinia had its own set of drum and bugle usage methods, and although the levels of the command systems varied across countries, they were generally pre-modern in grade.
Yehu?
Playing with such tactics was overly advanced for their intellect.
This was the consensus in the military sphere of the major nations in Rodinia.
The mainstream command system was too complex for these unrefined, furry natives.
Yet now, Yehu's use of drums to distinguish between attack, advance, and charge commands could be clearly discerned.
Their weaponry remained outdated, and their individual combat power was still weak, but an organized army could compensate with numbers and courage.
The emergence of drums made up for the Yehu's organizational shortcomings, allowing them to touch the threshold of near-modern armies.
An organized Yehu will surely become a calamity in the future.
But this was not something Hails and Hamos should be worrying about as they stood pale-faced against the tidal Yehu army.
Facing something beyond their comprehension, they could do nothing but remain bewildered.
Fortunately, Hamos's deputy remained clear-headed; with quick reflexes, he snatched the signal flare from Hamos's hand and fired it at top speed.
Hamos also finally snapped out of his daze; he quickly issued orders for the army to stop advancing and defend on the spot.
They could only hope for Roland, who was playing the role of Viscount Dorothy, and his wife to save them.
Of course, the emphasis was on his wife.
No one had much hope for the playboy.
Seeing the Prudon Kingdom Army halt, the Yehu weren't impatient; they swiftly completed the encirclement with reinforcements arriving ceaselessly.
Under the command of the Commanders, the Yehu didn't initiate an attack but continued to gather.
Encircled on a small hill, the morale of the Prudon Kingdom's soldiers plummeted. The soldiers numbly loaded bullets, polished bayonets, and dug trenches, faces etched with despair.
If the enemy numbered only a few thousand, they could laugh and fight; if there were ten to twenty thousand, they would have to sit up and fight seriously.
But the enemy's numbers clearly exceeded a hundred thousand; even if loading the breech guns quickly, they still had to consider the negative impact of overheated barrels.
If they formed a firepower web to suppress the enemy, they couldn't sustain with ammo reserves and barrels; if they aimed and shot, there wasn't enough time, and they could at most kill a few thousand before the position would be breached.
They found themselves in theoretical desperation.
If they weren't dealing with the savage Yehu, they might even consider surrendering.
Unable to fight back, incapable of holding the line, unable to surrender, with no place to flee, the soldiers' sense of despair was palpable.
In desperation, some found their fighting spirit ignited; warriors from the Kingdom's north even stripped to fight bare-chested, ready to engage in close combat with blades when ammunition ran out.
Hamos and Hails stood atop the small hill, silently observing the battle situation.
After an unknowable length of time, Hails couldn't help but sigh and ask, "What are they waiting for?"
"Waiting for nightfall."
Hamos looked at the setting sun and the enemy making final preparations before moving into attack position, his voice hoarse and weary.
He could understand Hails's mindset; the oppressive atmosphere of despair would spread in silence, so rather than waiting for death, it was better to think of ways to struggle, even if only to seize a bit more time.