Chapter 89 Grab the Credit
Chapter 89 Grab the Credit
Cindy’s POV:
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Bloodmoor Castle, the fortress known as the Vampire’s Fang, looked like a waking beast, baring its fangs at
As the vanguard commander, I stood at the front of the Gamma guards, wearing heavy black armor carved with the Silverpeak Pack’s totem.
Behind me, the trebuchets screeched as their winches tightened. About 0.3 miles ahead stood a massive black wall, nearly 300 feet tall.
The battlements were packed with vampire archers and hyena throwers, all ready to fire.
“Gamma guards—shields up!”
I raised my spear. Boosted by wolf power, my voice rolled across the battlefield, calm and firm.
“Roar!”
Fifteen thousand heavily armored werewolves lifted their massive tower shields in unison. Locked together, shield to shield, they formed a solid wall of black steel stretching across the land.
“Advance steadily! Watch for ground traps! Engineers, stay behind the shield wall-get the ladders and rams ready!”
The plan was straightforward. We’d use the Gamma guards’ absurd defense to push forward under fire, bleed out the enemy’s ranged weapons, then let the Alpha strike teams find a breach.
It was the safest plan, with the fewest losses.
But before we had advanced even 160 feet, the right flank exploded into chaos.
“Whose unit is that?!” Miguel snapped beside me. “Who told them to rush in?!”
I turned and saw it. About 3,000 troops broke formation from the allied line meant to guard our flank.
They had no shields. They carried rough ladders and charged the wall like madmen.
Leading them was Evelyn, unmistakable in her bright red armor.
“Charge with me!” she shouted, swinging her sword. “First one up gets ten thousand! Don’t let Cindy take all the credit! Take the wall, and we’re the biggest heroes!”
“Idiot.” I gritted my teeth.
Our trebuchets hadn’t even started providing covering fire yet. The vampires’ arbalests were already drawn
and aimed.
Charging now was asking to die.
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Chapter 89 Grab the Credit
Sure enough, the vampire commander on the wall smiled cruelly.
“Fire!”
Arrows blazing with green phosphor rained down from above.
Then, several huge black iron barrels were shoved off the wall and detonated midair.
That wasn’t normal oil. It was corrosive corpse oil made by alchemists.
Screams filled the battlefield.
Evelyn’s 3,000 soldiers went down in waves.
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The oil stuck to werewolf fur and ignited instantly. No matter how they rolled, the flames wouldn’t die.
“Help! It burns! Someone help me!”
“General Rusell! Retreat! We can’t hold it!”
Panic tore through them, and their formation collapsed in seconds. Soldiers ran backward, about to crash straight into the Gamma line behind them.
“Hold the line!” Evelyn shouted, her eyes bloodshot. She cut down a soldier who tried to retreat. “Anyone who retreats dies! Get up there! Set the ladders! They can’t have endless arrows!”
She even forced soldiers to climb over the burning bodies of their own comrades.
“Bastard!”
A blur shot past me. It was James.
He drove his warhorse into the chaos, grabbed Evelyn’s shoulder, and yanked her back.
Smack!
The slap rang out clearly even over the roar of battle.
Evelyn stared at him, stunned, clutching her face. “You … you hit me?”
“Look at what you’ve done!” James roared, eyes glowing red as he pointed at the charred corpses everywhere. “This is war! Not some game where you steal credit! You got our people killed! Get back now!”
“I won’t!” Evelyn shrieked, hair wild, completely unhinged. “If I get up there, it’s first merit! James, are you helping Cindy? Do you look down on me?!”
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