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Hark also understood the Desert King's trust and expectations. This trust was like a raging fire, igniting endless fighting spirit in his heart.

He tightly gripped the huge two-handed battle axe in his hand. The blade of the axe gleamed with a chilling light, as if silently telling of the impending bloody slaughter.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he would use this victory to prove the Desert King's vision and silence those who questioned him.

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The first battle is the decisive battle, one battle to determine the world. He wants to make the entire battlefield his land of consecration, to make everyone remember his name, Hark, and remember his outstanding military achievements in this war.

Under the command of General Hark, the rebel army surged towards the city like a raging tide, wave after wave.

Their ranks were vast, the soldiers were well-trained, well-equipped, and their attacks were methodical.

The soldiers in the front row held huge shields, arranged tightly to form an indestructible shield wall, slowly advancing towards the city walls, providing cover for their comrades behind.

In the rear, archers drew their bows and nocked arrows, and a dense rain of arrows poured down on the defending soldiers on the city walls like locusts covering the sky.

Catapults were also operating rhythmically, and huge stones, accompanied by the whistling wind, smashed into the city walls. Each impact caused the city walls to tremble violently, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.

In comparison, the overall combat effectiveness of the defending army was clearly at a disadvantage.

However, they did not retreat in the slightest, and with the determination to die, they stubbornly resisted, trading their lives for the enemy's.

On the city walls, the soldiers had firm eyes and were fearless.

When the rebel army's rain of arrows struck, some tried their best to block with the shields in their hands, while others used the crenellations on the city walls as cover to avoid the arrows.

Even if some soldiers were unfortunately hit by arrows, they simply pulled out the arrows, ignoring the blood flowing from their wounds,

and continued to join the battle.

Whenever the rebel army's siege ladders were placed against the city walls, it was the most tragic moment of close combat.

The defending soldiers rushed forward without hesitation and engaged in a desperate fight with the rebel army climbing up the siege ladders.

They waved the weapons in their hands and slashed at the enemy, completely disregarding their own safety.

Some soldiers, while wrestling with the enemy, were stabbed in a vital point by the opponent, but at the moment of falling, they still held the enemy tightly, dragging them down the city wall together.

The rebel soldier reacted quickly, dodging this fatal blow, while simultaneously slashing at the young soldier with his knife.

The soldier was unable to dodge, and a long wound was cut on his arm, with blood spurting out.

However, he did not retreat. Instead, taking advantage of the gap when the rebel soldier retracted his knife, he pounced on him, using his body to tightly hold the siege ladder, preventing the rebel soldier from continuing to climb.

He shouted loudly, asking his comrades to come and support him quickly.

Under his persistence, his comrades finally arrived and successfully repelled the rebel soldier.

On another part of the city wall, an experienced veteran was leading a small team of soldiers, fighting hard against the rebel army's attack.

They used boiling oil, boulders, and all other available weapons to smash the rebel army under the city.

However, the rebel army's offensive was too fierce, and they were gradually becoming overwhelmed.

Suddenly, a rebel soldier broke through their defenses and climbed onto the city wall.

Seeing this, the veteran quickly rushed over and engaged in a fierce one-on-one fight with the rebel soldier.

The two exchanged blows, neither giving way, and the sparks of colliding weapons flashed continuously between them.

In the end, relying on his rich combat experience, the veteran seized the opportunity and slashed the rebel soldier's neck with a knife,

killing him. However, before the veteran could catch his breath, more rebel soldiers涌上the city wall, and he could only tighten the weapon in his hand again and join this cruel battle.

Despite the weak strength of the defending army, they relied on their tenacious will and fearless spirit of sacrifice to repel the rebel army's attack again and again.

On the battlefield, blood stained the city walls red, corpses piled up in layers, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder. This siege, in which lives were exchanged for lives, continued, and every minute and every second was related to the survival of Lalahan City.

The defending army already faced the difficult situation of having far less combat power than the rebel army. They did not have the advantage in numbers, their weapons and equipment were relatively simple, and their training level was also inferior to that of the rebel army's elite division.

However, just before the start of the war, Prince Ottlif made an unexpected move - he sent all the relatives of the defending soldiers into the city, ostensibly to assist the defending soldiers, share the national crisis, and fight side by side with the defending soldiers of Lalahan City to guard this important line of defense of the empire.

But in reality, what was hidden behind this was an extremely sinister intention.

Prince Ottlif's wishful thinking was to let these relatives of the defending soldiers play a role in the city as a disguised "threat."

He knew very well that once the defending army encountered a situation that was difficult to resist, they might choose to surrender in order to save their lives. After all, the strength of the two sides was very different, and survival was human instinct.

Therefore, he secretly arranged a powerful magic circle in the city and tied the key to detonate it to the safety of the defending soldiers' families.

In this way, as long as the defending soldiers dared to have the idea of surrendering, the magic circle in the city would be detonated instantly. At that time, the families of the defending soldiers would be buried with them, and the entire Lalahan City would fall into a hell-like sea of fire.

The defending soldiers did not know the conspiracy behind this at first, and they still had a trace of gratitude for the prince's move, thinking that it would be good to have more strength to fight the enemy together.

However, as the battle became more intense, some people in the city who knew the inside story revealed this terrible truth.

For a time, emotions of anger and despair spread rapidly among the defending soldiers.

They never imagined that they were sacrificing their lives in the front, but they were being calculated behind their backs, and the lives of their families were being used as bargaining chips to coerce them into fighting.

But it was under the stimulation of such extreme emotions that a miracle happened.

A raging fire ignited in the hearts of the defending soldiers. It was hatred for Prince Ottlif's despicable actions, and it was also mixed with concern for the safety of their families and the determination to protect them.

They transformed this anger and despair into a powerful force. They, who had already been doing their best, now burst out with two hundred percent of their combat power.

Every soldier was like a powder keg that had been ignited, engaging in a more intense and decisive fight with the rebel army on the city walls and in the streets.

They no longer thought about the odds of winning. There was only one thought in their minds, and that was that they must not let the rebel army step into the city, and they must not let their families be in danger. Even if they fought to the last man, they would defend Lalahan City.