Chapter 132: Retreat

  More and more bandits climbed onto the walls!

  The casualties among the defending soldiers tio increase.

  Staring at the agile and powerful Beverly, Adam Smith roughly gauged his strength.

  Ordinary soldiers couldn’t hold him back.

  If two more s hadn’t bee in to block him, he would have broken through the defenses long ago.

  The situation quickly became critical!

  Adam Smith k was a crucial moment. He couldn’t afford to hide his strength any longer, so he urgently mobilized two more s and shouted loudly at Beelzebub:

  "Push him back!"

  Beelzebub, stationed on the hillside, had already charged down the moment the order was given.

  Apanying him were 20 heavily armored barbarian soldiers!

  The barbarian soldiers had undergone signifit ges after living in the Bay Territory for over a month.

  The weakness from months of migration had pletely disappeared.

  They were eati every meal, getting full every time, gaini and muscle daily.

  Their ons and equipment had been upgraded from simple tools to sophisticated gear!

  Each was now full steel armor, and every step they took left deep footprints.

  Eae wielded a broad-backed iron machete, an iron round shield embedded in their left arms, a short sword at their waists, and wore face masks and colrs!

  They were armed to the teeth!

  Their imposing figures created an overwhelming pressure on the bandits.

  Beverly suppressed his urge to un atta the surroundings. Staring at the t figure in front, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, cursing inwardly:

  "What the hell is the intelligeeam doing?"

  Ever since he had taken on this mission and begun the ambush, nothing had gone smoothly.

  The adventurers were extremely vigint, and the intimidatory massacre failed!

  The Thorn Mert Caravan's camp actually carried crossbows, and the bandits lost signifit bat power during the charge!

  The stru of the walls and the advantage of the terrain gave the cart pushers the ce to shoot back with arrows.

  The stant barrage of arrows kept chipping away at his forces!

  If it were just that, Beverly could bear it. He had been through many tough battles and had everoops to repel berserk orc attacks before.

  He had fidehat he could take down the cumbersome s one by one, break through the shield-bearing soldiers’ defenses, a more bandits onto the walls to secure victory.

  But where the hell did these fully armed, massive barbarian soldiers e from!

  In the blink of ahe t Beelzebub charged forward like a fierce tiger down the mountain, swiftly reag Beverly, raising his giant axe and bringing it down with a powerful strike!

  The terrifying force made Beverly's pupils tract.

  Danger!

  Beverly didn’t take the hit head-on. His ribat experience allowed him to leap sideways to the left, avoiding Beelzebub’s sharp attack.

  Before he even nded, Beverly had already turned his sword haepping forward in one fluid motion to deliver a powerful ssh.

  His movements were smooth, effit, and skillful!

  Beelzebub, in the middle of his forward charge, astonishingly twisted his body to the side.

  Using his waist as a pivot, he swung his giant axe hard, cutting diagonally into Beverly’s greatsword.

  g!

  Sparks flew in front of Beelzebub’s eyes.

  He dispyed incredible agility, using the recoil from the csh to cel out his forward momentum and the stiffness from the turn, tinuing to press in on Beverly!

  Beverly’s wrist went numb from the impact, and he quickly retreated two steps, cursing inwardly:

  "Extraordinary strength!! What the hell!"

  Using his agility, Beverly nimbly maneuvered around Beelzebub, engaging him in a cat-and-mouse dance.

  However, the other bandits weren’t so lucky!

  The bandits in the front couldn’t dodge in time and had no choice but to face the charging barbarian soldiers head-on.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Blood spttered!

  Bones snapped and tendons tore!

  The bandits who directly frohe powerful barbarian soldiers screamed as they fell.

  The previously opened breach was forcibly plugged by these barbarian soldiers, and the bandits who had just climbed up were stuck at the edge.

  The barbarian soldiers in front of them charged with shields raised and bdes swinging!

  Although their movements weren’t perfectly synized, their sheer strength and size made them terrifyingly effective.

  The bandits gritted their teeth and charged, swinging their bdes in a preemptive attack.

  Strike first to gain the upper hand!

  However, their swords and knives only mao scrape sparks off the thick armor of the barbarian soldiers.

  Eveacks from two mid-tier professional warriors were blocked by the barbarian soldiers’ shields with sharp bat instincts.

  Their desperate assault was like waves crashing against a rock.

  While it made a lot of didn’t move the ro inch!

  A few knowledgeable bandits wideheir eyes in panid shouted:

  "Ented heavy armor!"

  The defense of heavy armor was already formidable, but now it was fully ented!

  Terrifying!

  "Who the hell are they, how are they so rich!"

  "Could this be a trap?"

  "There was ion of us fag heavy infantry ielligence!"

  "And they're barbarians!!"

  "Damn it... Ah..."

  "We ’t break through!"

  The barbarian soldiers, who had never had the advantage in equipment before, were now filled with morale and sshed relentlessly.

  Crack!

  The bandits, with their weak armor, couldn’t withstand the relentless attacks, screaming as they fell.

  Out of the 30-some bandits who had climbed up, only a dozen remained in the blink of an eye!

  Seeing his rades fall, Beverly’s heart tightened.

  Although Beelzebub was only a mid-tier warrior, his formidable strength and ued defensive abilities had kept him firmly engaged.

  Now, Beverly couldn’t break through the defenses. If this dragged on any lohe casualties would only mount.

  He had no other choice!

  Gritting his teeth, Beverly swung his greatsword in a heavy strike, and as Beelzebub paused to defend, he dodged to the side and leaped down.

  Seeing Beverly jump down, the other bandits naturally lost the will to fight as well.

  Amid shouts of "retreat," the bandits, blocked by the wall, turned and fled in frustration.

  pared to their decisive and fierce assault, their retreat was much more chaotic.

  The ranks were disanized as they ran, heads down.

  Even though the barbarian soldiers didn’t pursue, the cart pushers, full of renewed spirit, ighe pain in their arms and tio shoot arrows.

  The scattered but dense rain of arrows left dozens more bandits behind.

  Only when the bandits were out e of the military crossbows did Adam Smith’s voice stop the shooting.

  Everyone looked at each other before erupting into cheers of joy!

  "We won!"

  "Haha, we won!"

  "By the goddess, we survived!"

  "Phew, that scared me!"

  "My legs are shaking..."

  "My arms are so sore, I think they're going to fall off!"

  "Don't just stand there, up the battlefield quickly!"

  "..."

  Breathing a sigh of relief, Adam Smith wiped the sweat from his palms, looking at the bandits who had stopped just out e, and shouted loudly:

  "Injured soldiers, raise your hands and take blood-rest potions."

  "Uninjured soldiers, up the battlefield, move all the bodies from beh the walls into the pit nearby, and burn them!"

  "Everyone, drink a recovery potion!"

  "..."

  As he said this, Adam Smith couldn’t help but feel the pain of tless gold s slipping away from him.

  Heartache!

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  FAL