Amber Sword

It must be said that Ben is essentially still a petty guy at heart.

Of course, as for the possibility of failure? A joke, that is something he hasn’t considered.

Mou Ke paused for a moment, naturally understanding the other party wouldn’t make such a bet for no reason. But youth is fearless, and he finally nodded: "What if you lose?"

"I’ll be your deputy."

"Miu Ke," Frey couldn’t help but remind, among those present the one most familiar with Ben was likely only her.

But the gray-haired youth just glanced at her, replying: "Don’t worry, Frey, I won’t embarrass him too much."

"I’m worried you’ll be embarrassed..." The future Valkyrie felt speechless.

"Alright, contract established," Ben smiled and said, "You all come over, I’ll tell you how to fight this battle..."

In fact, very soon, Frey’s concerns became a reality.

Ben began to issue orders —

The next moment, the cavalry of the Royal Knight Academy started advancing in the direction pointed by his Sword Blade, from a bird’s eye view above, it was as if a giant sharp arrow divided into numerous tentacles, with cavalry charging and merging, speeding along the streets and alleys.

Almost instantly.

In the darkness, facing the immense battleground unfolding and closely watching every development, the expressions of all the officers of the White Lion Legion changed.

Countless scouting posts were weaving back and forth between the frontlines and the rear, ambiguous information converging from multiple sources, presenting a clear picture before everyone.

The command center of the White Lion Legion fell into chaos.

"How are they coordinating?!"

"The opponent is crazy!"

"Martha above, this isn’t possible!"

Everyone was utterly stunned.

In the direction of Evergreen Tree Square —

In reality, in front of this square, is a dense commercial district, and at this very moment, Baron Rodu’s routed soldiers are using these intersecting alleys to assault their allies’ positions from all directions. Behind them, the young knights of the Royal Knight Academy are meticulously executing their tactics — forming squads to drive away stragglers and simultaneously dismantling and reorganizing, creating tactical groups to continuously outflank the harbor guard’s flank positions.

In just ten minutes, the junior officers of the harbor guard felt like they had experienced a long, unbearable nightmare. It had surpassed everything they learned in all situations, as the enemy could appear at any time, any direction they wished, to attack their positions.

They built a standard defensive line entirely based on the manuals provided by the White Lion Legion officers, but against such an offensive, it seemed almost unable to withstand the assault.

In front of this line, the attack from Princess’ side seemed to transform into real, flowing water, the entire army moving like quicksilver spilling onto the ground.

The situation is undergoing a complete change.

"How are they maintaining the command structure?!"

"Transmission Crystal?! Impossible, on such a massive battlefield, any magic communication would interfere with each other — listen up! Even Bujia’s wizards couldn’t accomplish this!" The Squad Leader of the White Lion Legion’s First Guard Corps, Foster, almost shouted at his deputy.

The deputy’s face was pale, and could only nod compliantly.

However, perhaps the deputy’s bitter smile finally made Foster realize that such anger wouldn’t help change the current situation, he couldn’t help but stiffly raise his head.

Dully staring at the huge map hanging in the center of the tent...

On the map... the red line depicting the harbor guard’s defense line now seemed so heavy, awkward, and riddled with gaps... it appeared to be a silent mockery to the entire White Lion Legion.

But it was an absolutely standard defense line.

Even placed in Kruz, on the infantry manuals of that powerful Empire, one wouldn’t find a more perfect example than this defense line, it was heavy, awkward, yet equally stable, impossible to bypass.

It was impeccable.

Every defensive focus was so precise, as if forged through time, refined over generations. It was like a sluggish giant, facing it, there were only two outcomes — let it bleed dry or bleed dry yourself.

It was like a perfect meat grinder.

Poured into it were your Life, as well as the enemy’s Life. Besides a Frontal Breakthrough, there was no other option. The White Lion Legion, Owen, and Marlother meticulously arranged this battlefield of flesh and blood, prepared to let the Princess shed her last drop of blood here.