Slime simulator

Day broke.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the battlefield, all that was reflected was red.

Everywhere was red.

Everything in sight was red.

In the sky, carrion-eating magical beasts circled, trying to descend for a feast.

Suke's face was filled with exhaustion.

Tyrone, gasping for breath, surveyed the battlefield and ordered, "Clean up the battlefield!"

The already exhausted soldiers were replaced by people from the rear military camp to begin clearing the battlefield.

To 'clean up the battlefield' meant to seize useful resources and spoils of war.

This was war.

War is about plundering and being plundered, nothing more, nothing less; the target of plunder can be territory, resources, or anything else.

In one night.

Of the Fels Duchy's two hundred thousand soldiers, only a little over ten thousand managed to escape.

The remaining one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers all died on the battlefield.

On the Rhone Duchy's side, although they mobilized fifty thousand soldiers, including two hundred thousand magical beasts, they also lost more than thirty thousand soldiers due to the Rhone Duchy soldiers' stubborn resistance.

Kara looked at the scene and sighed softly, "War... is always cruel."

As his voice fell.

The ground began to shake.

Suke and Tyrone exchanged a look.

"Reinforcements from the Fels Duchy are coming, estimated to be around five hundred thousand."

"Retreat to the military camp!"

Tyrone immediately issued the order.

The Rhone Duchy soldiers, who had already cleaned up the battlefield, immediately returned to the military camp.

When the Fels Duchy army arrived on the scene, all they saw were corpses everywhere.

Leading the troops was Douglas.

His expression was extremely cold as he waved his hand backward.

Immediately, dozens of members of the Hand of Death appeared, taking out some strange magical instruments.

Instantly, all the corpses on the ground turned into dried husks.

This cruel scene made the faces of the Fels Duchy soldiers behind Douglas look unsightly.

The soldiers were dead, and as their own people, they still had to insult the corpses like this!

Resentment arose in their hearts.

But Douglas just turned his head and coldly swept his gaze over them.

"What you need to do is to wipe out the enemy and get revenge, not to harbor resentment towards me here."

As the words fell.

All the soldiers felt their hearts tremble, as if death had its eyes on them.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Process the battlefield and prepare for the next battle."

After giving the order, Douglas left directly and entered the military tent.

...

Inside the Rhone Duchy's military camp, there was great joy, and everyone was celebrating the victory. Some suggested holding a celebration banquet.

Tyrone also intended to do so, but hesitated.

Because the subsequent plan was to feign defeat and retreat step by step, if they held a celebration banquet now, it would only cause their own side's morale to decline from its peak, which would be very detrimental.

But his concerns were quickly dispelled by Suke's arrival.

"Just go ahead and hold it."

"The more lively we are, the more angry the Fels Duchy will be. The subsequent attacks will also be more intense."

"That way, when we feign defeat, they will be less likely to think about the deeper meaning, and will only bite relentlessly like mad dogs!"

"The deeper they go, the more they will fall into the trap we have set."

Suke's simple words dispelled Tyrone's concerns.

Tyrone ordered a celebration banquet to be held, but with one requirement: the war had only just begun, and no alcohol was allowed.

The celebration banquet was held joyously.

Drums soared to the sky, and lanterns and decorations were everywhere.

On the opposite side, the Fels Duchy's military camp was silent.

The ground they occupied still had a large amount of unwashed bloodstains, and the entire camp was permeated with a lingering bloody smell.

Some new recruits who had just joined the army could not bear the immense psychological pressure and ran around like madmen, only to be punished by military law.

This formed a stark contrast to the lively Rhone Duchy's military camp on the other side.

...

Rhone Duchy Military Camp.

On top of a military tent, Kara stood alone, staring blankly at the Fels Duchy's military camp in the distance.

After a moment, Suke descended beside him.

"If you're not comfortable, leave here and rest in the shops of Collett City."

Kara turned his head and glared at Suke.

"When I was slaughtering enemies on the battlefield, you were probably just starting out in your previous life."

Suke shook his head.

"It's not like you're not in a new life now."

Kara sighed.

"War..."

"Do you know... in my previous life, I was just the son of an ordinary fisherman in a remote fishing village of the empire.

My father encountered a tsunami while out at sea and died at sea, his body never recovered.

My mother left, leaving me, only twelve years old, in that fishing hut.

To survive, I joined the ranks of the fishermen.

...

Later, I found that pharmacists were highly respected.

And my father, when he was alive, also hoped that I could make something of myself.

So, I used all my savings to go to the city, wanting to apprentice and learn pharmacy, to become a respected pharmacist.

But they all said that I was a stinky fishmonger, just a commoner, and not worthy of touching the noble art of pharmacy."

Speaking of this, Kara paused.

"So, I joined the army.

I thought that I could first earn military merits and become a general, and then I would no longer be a commoner, and I could go and study pharmacy."

"But I was too naive. On the battlefield, people die every day."

"The friends I just made die in the blink of an eye under the enemy's blades.

The squad leader who treated me well told me to charge forward, standing behind him.

However, before I could even remember his name, he fell in front of me..."

"They were all ordinary people."

After speaking, Kara sighed again, looking at you, "I just went to the Fels Duchy's military camp and saw Douglas."

"Just like you predicted, his current strength is not at its peak.

His current level is only sixth-order tenth level, not yet at the top of sixth-order."

Suke's gaze also turned to the Fels Duchy's military camp.

"What I'm doing now is to prevent more casualties from occurring."

Kara nodded, "I hope you're right."

Suke paused for a long time before saying.

"I also hope I'm right."

...

Night.

Everything was quiet.

Even the wind was quiet.

The air was filled with heat.

Tyrone ordered the soldiers to be vigilant.

Having experienced the heavy losses of last night, the Fels Duchy's soldiers had gathered most of their forces today, and it was not impossible for them to launch a sudden attack.

...

One night passed.

In the morning, just as the Rhone Duchy's soldiers' spirits were beginning to slacken.

The Fels Duchy's army directly launched an attack, heading straight for them.

The Rhone Duchy's soldiers resisted in a panic, but because their spirits were lax, they lost thousands of men in the first moment.

Tyrone immediately ordered a retreat.

The appearance of this order made all the Rhone Duchy's soldiers confused, but in the current situation, it was indeed not very suitable for battle, so the army began to retreat.

On the Fels Duchy's side, as Suke had guessed, after tasting the sweetness of victory, they were unstoppable, and continued to charge forward madly.