Chapter 24: Right Hand Shining, Left Hand Dark

  A heap of grain and hay ignited a soaring flame, dyeing half of the quiet night sky red.

  Potter? Seth, this cunning general gazed at the thick smoke that shrouded the brilliance of the stars like a dark cloud, and for an instant, he was so enraged that he almost gnashed his teeth. At this moment, he finally realized that the true target of those hidden enemies in the darkness was to launch a surprise attack.

  "Yorkshire's on fire!" Fenrir shouted, his eyes wide with unhidden panic, "Uncle Potter, I think we should withdraw..."

  "Shut up! Don't forget, Fenrir, this is my domain." The Red Fox General said in a low tone, his eyes revealing a chilling anger.

  A faint shadow flashed across Fenrir's eyes, but the current situation was stronger than him, so he could only shut his mouth reluctantly.

  As a well-known general of the country, Potter naturally knew what kind of blow the loss of the rear would deal to the morale of the troops, especially on such a dark night with extremely poor visibility. However, years of military training allowed him to quickly judge that turning back now was an extremely foolish thing to do.

  Let's not mention the chaos caused by changing the rear army to the vanguard. What if Asureks' main force is ambushing nearby? In a normal encounter battle, Potter has confidence in winning, but being ambushed in this situation would definitely lead to defeat and rout; he can't take that risk.

  And Fina's magic bullet, which was like a thunderbolt from heaven filled with destructive power, has not stopped to this day.

  Although a single Elementalist's attack may cause only minor disruption to an army of four thousand, the cumulative effect can still result in considerable damage.

  He fell for the tiger leaving the mountain tactic, and after coming out, he didn't even have a single confrontation before rushing back to put out the fire. From start to finish, he was battered by Feena's magic bullets, suffering countless casualties, like a damaged soccer ball being kicked around. This is absolutely unacceptable for the Red Fox's dignity.

  He must advance, but at the same time, he must also strangle those insects that burned down the granary in the rear.

  "Pass the word down, tell the chiliarchs of the garrison that if I don't see those worms' heads hung on the city gate by dawn, I'll hang all their heads on the city gate!" The Red Vixen bellowed at the herald beside her, no longer looking like a refined fox but rather a rabid wolf.

  The order was faithfully conveyed to every officer in the garrison of York.

  Immediately, Midy and his party felt the corresponding pressure.

  "The enemy is getting more and more numerous. Clearly we've been avoiding the main streets all along." Sigmund's brow furrowed deeper.

  "Are we being followed?" Lillian couldn't help but turn her head to look back, but under the quiet night, Blue Fist Saint's gaze also couldn't see very far.

  It's normal to have such worries, as just crossing two streets has led to three encounters, and together they've already annihilated at least two hundred-man squads. Although their achievements are impressive, they hold no significance in achieving the true goal.

  "If we were really caught off guard, it wouldn't just be this kind of pressure." Mide replied calmly, gazing straight ahead at the road without missing any details. "Don't worry, the enemy has only launched a full-scale attack."

  For the three people other than Midy, this was still their first time truly participating in war and they had important tasks on their shoulders, so it was natural to feel tense.

  Let's not mention Fina, who is always confident and fearless. In fact, these two people have never made any mistakes from start to finish. To achieve this level in their first battle, they are already the elite among elites, worthy of being the core strength of the future "Hawk Team".

  However, Middy also knew that as an adventurer following Fiona, he was needed even more to stabilize her emotions.

  "The Scarlet Flame Legion seems to be busy setting up their defenses, and they're not too familiar with Yorkshire itself. This is their blind spot, and our opportunity. As long as things stay as they are now, we should be able to achieve our goal." Middy continued his calm analysis, while the two people beside him gradually calmed down from their anxiety.

  His words had barely fallen when he turned a corner and a black building came into view.

  Beizang District Grain Warehouse

  The Scarlet Flame Legion had apparently made troop deployments, and the original guard team of only about 100 people had merged with the first batch of reinforcements that arrived, reaching more than 200 people, and as time passed, the number was still increasing.

  For Midy and others who were planning a night raid, the longer they waited, the more unfavorable it became.

  However, this number is still within an acceptable range at present.

  However, facing the large number of enemies rushing over, Middy didn't move forward, but instead turned around and gently patted Sigumund's shoulder, then gave Lilian a wink. This time, the sharp-tongued Lilian didn't show any hostile attitude, but nodded seriously.

  "From now on, it's up to you." With just one sentence, Miti had already disappeared into the other end of the street.

  That's right, Beiqu Grain Warehouse is not Midie's battlefield.

  Nanqu is the best!

  Taking down one granary doesn't mean anything, the difficulty of a surprise attack was never high to begin with, and besides General Red Fox has already left the city. The key is, after startling the enemy, how many more can be taken down?

  According to Mide's observations and calculations on the number of Flame Legion, the carrying capacity of the transport team, the route, and the storage capacity of the granary, it is concluded that three granaries must be burned in order to force the Flame Legion to slow down its offensive. Otherwise, they can attack while strengthening their supply lines at the same time, and the war will not be delayed as a result.

  Unable to take down the three seats, Fina's adventure as bait, the sacrifices of this road of fighting, and all the grand words, will lose their meaning.

  This time, we must win.

  So, it must be even faster, fast to the point where the opponent can't react!

  Then even faster, so fast that the opponent can't resist!

  Therefore, Mi Di chose to split his troops and embarked on the road to the third granary alone, where everything would be decided.

  He is a reborn man who changed his own fate, and he also brought this war. Therefore, he will win this victory with his own hands, his own ghost and the long sword in his hand.

  No retreat, only advance!

  A quiet winter night, icy strong winds, a city ablaze with flames, swords reflecting the light, and gently falling snowflakes. Amidst this battlefield of brutality and beauty, Middy charges forward undaunted.

  He glided silently in the shadows of the buildings, darting back and forth in the blind spots of the lamplight. The experience and foresight of a reborn person were fully utilized at this moment. Along the way, he didn't encounter even a single battle. And those unfortunate sentries who stood in Midy's path had all become souls under his sword, unheeded corpses in the dark alleys.

  The grain warehouse in Nandu has finally come into view.

  Midi swept a glance and immediately saw the number and configuration of the defending army, three hundred people.

  But the black-haired youth didn't stop in his tracks, nor did he even furrow his brow, and instead charged forward like an arrow that had already left the bowstring.

  And in his hand, the black long sword suitable for sneaking and night battles was instantly replaced by a cold light sword with a bright blue glow.

  There's nothing left to hide, what needs to be done is to break through with unparalleled swordsmanship!

  The leading centurion was stunned for a moment, and for an instant he thought it was a stray soldier, but soon he recognized that this was the enemy, and definitely a reckless and foolish one.

  The centurion sneered and raised his hand, shouting: "Kill him!"

  "Kill!" The soldiers shouted in unison, and then their arms swung at an incredible speed like the blades of a windmill, dozens of throwing axes cutting through the air with incredible accuracy from countless directions towards Middy!

  The first to take action was an elite axe-throwing squad.

  This type of soldier is another major feature of the Scarlet Flame Legion, with overwhelming advantages in medium-range combat. Even heavy cavalry dare not confront them head-on - let alone the damage caused by axes to armor, the sheer impact force is enough to instantly kill any enemy.

  However, this does not include Middy who has had a second awakening experience.

  Midi's expression was as calm as water, and in those eyes that were originally pure black like the night sky, a silver-white flame flowed out silently.

  The flames had just risen when the whirling axes suddenly stopped, as if struck by some invisible force. The metal surfaces, which had been slightly heated by friction with the air, were instantly covered with a thin layer of frost. The next moment, they hung in mid-air like solids, unable to move even a hair's breadth.

  A flash of firelight in Mi Di's eyes, a surge of magical chill ghost energy burst forth from his left hand.

  The axe hovering in the air suddenly flew out, like fragments of an exploding snowball, shooting in all directions and smashing into the walls on both sides of the street without any direction.

  Mi Di's lips slightly opened, running while reciting a rhythmic and cadent incantation.

  Along with the incantation, a surge of invisible yet overwhelming power burst forth. Where Middy's sword pointed, lines of frosty mist were dragged out in mid-air, and in an instant, a huge magic array was drawn on the ground, enveloping almost the entire Hundred-Man Throwing Axe Squad.

  In the next instant, Miti's lightsaber swung into the void, and countless sharp icicles suddenly rose from the ground, piercing the bodies of a large number of soldiers, freezing the remaining ones in place, unable to move.

  Devil May Cry skill, Ice Formation Array!

  That axe-wielding centurion couldn't believe his eyes, the young man in front of him not only could use a lightsaber but also seemed to be able to wield the Ghost Array of Guilty Gear?

  And across such a great distance?

  But Midei wouldn't give him any more time to be stunned, he accelerated instantly, leaving a residual shadow behind him, the lightsaber in his hand drew a cold light in the air, combining all his strength and forward momentum, bringing an icy suffocating feeling, slashing down!

  No blood, no flesh, not even a scream of agony; the sword had yet to fall, but the centurion's entire body was already being invaded by frost, and even his heartbeat and blood flow were extremely difficult. How could he withstand this thunderous blow driven by both the power of Ghost Cry and the skill of Sword Soul?

  With just one sword, the hundred-foot-long ice was crushed into powder, leaving only countless flying ice shards in mid-air and rolling ice debris all around.

  His left hand was shrouded in a eerie and ghostly aura, his right hand tightly grasped a radiant light sword, the black-haired youth stood like this at the center of the icy sky and snowy earth, just like an unsheathed sharp sword, his entire body emitting a soaring battle intent and fighting spirit.

  More than thirty people have died, the remaining ones are still struggling in the ice blocks, and the centurion's corpse is even crushed into powder, drifting to unknown places.

  As a result, no one dared to approach again.