Chapter 132: Retreat
More and more bandits climbed onto the walls!
The casualties among the defending soldiers continued to increase.
Staring at the agile and powerful Beverly, Adam Smith roughly gauged his strength.
Ordinary soldiers couldn't hold him back.
If two more clay golems hadn't been sent in to block him, he would have broken through the defenses long ago.
The situation quickly became critical!
Adam Smith knew it was a crucial moment. He couldn't afford to hide his strength any longer, so he urgently mobilized two more clay golems and shouted loudly at Beelzebub:
"Push him back!"
Beelzebub, stationed on the hillside, had already charged down the moment the order was given.
Accompanying him were 20 heavily armored barbarian soldiers!
The barbarian soldiers had undergone significant changes after living in the Bay Territory for over a month.
The weakness from months of migration had completely disappeared.
They were eating meat every meal, getting full every time, gaining weight and muscle daily.
Their weapons and equipment had been upgraded from simple tools to sophisticated gear!
Each was now clad in full steel armor, and every step they took left deep footprints.
Each one 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 collars!
They were armed to the teeth!
Their imposing figures created an overwhelming pressure on the bandits.
Beverly suppressed his urge to launch an attack on the surroundings. Staring at the towering figure in front, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, cursing inwardly:
"What the hell is the intelligence team doing?"
Ever since he had taken on this mission and begun the ambush, nothing had gone smoothly.
The adventurers were extremely vigilant, and the intimidatory massacre failed!
The Thorn Merchant Caravan's camp actually carried crossbows, and the bandits lost significant combat power during the charge!
The construction of the walls and the advantage of the terrain gave the cart pushers the courage to shoot back with arrows.
The constant 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 even led troops to repel berserk orc attacks before.
He had confidence that he could take down the cumbersome clay golems one by one, break through the shield-bearing soldiers' defenses, and get more bandits onto the walls to secure victory.
But where the hell did these fully armed, massive barbarian soldiers come from!
In the blink of an eye, the towering Beelzebub charged forward like a fierce tiger down the mountain, swiftly reaching Beverly, raising his giant axe and bringing it down with a powerful strike!
The terrifying force made Beverly's pupils contract.
Danger!
Beverly didn't take the hit head-on. His rich combat experience allowed him to leap sideways to the left, avoiding Beelzebub's sharp attack.
Before he even landed, Beverly had already turned his sword handle, stepping forward in one fluid motion to deliver a powerful slash.
His movements were smooth, efficient, 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.
Clang!
Sparks flew in front of Beelzebub's eyes.
He displayed incredible agility, using the recoil from the clash to cancel out his forward momentum and the stiffness from the turn, continuing 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 splattered!
Bones snapped and tendons tore!
The bandits who directly confronted the 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 blades swinging!
Although their movements weren't perfectly synchronized, their sheer strength and size made them terrifyingly effective.
The bandits gritted their teeth and charged, swinging their blades in a preemptive attack.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
However, their swords and knives only managed to scrape sparks off the thick armor of the barbarian soldiers.
Even the attacks from two mid-tier professional warriors were blocked by the barbarian soldiers' shields with sharp combat instincts.
Their desperate assault was like waves crashing against a rock.
While it made a lot of noise, it didn't move the rock an inch!
A few knowledgeable bandits widened their eyes in panic and shouted:
"Enchanted heavy armor!"
The defense of heavy armor was already formidable, but now it was fully enchanted!
Terrifying!
"Who the hell are they, how are they so rich!"
"Could this be a trap?"
"There was no mention of us facing heavy infantry in the intelligence!"
"And they're barbarians!!"
"Damn it... Ah..."
"We can't break through!"
The barbarian soldiers, who had never had the advantage in equipment before, were now filled with morale and slashed 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 comrades fall, Beverly's heart tightened.
Although Beelzebub was only a mid-tier warrior, his formidable strength and unexpected defensive abilities had kept him firmly engaged.
Now, Beverly couldn't break through the defenses. If this dragged on any longer, the 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.
Compared to their decisive and fierce assault, their retreat was much more chaotic.
The ranks were disorganized as they ran, heads down.
Even though the barbarian soldiers didn't pursue, the cart pushers, full of renewed spirit, ignored the pain in their arms and continued to shoot arrows.
The scattered but dense rain of arrows left dozens more bandits behind.
Only when the bandits were out of range 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, clean 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 of range, and shouted loudly:
"Injured soldiers, raise your hands and take blood-restoring potions."
"Uninjured soldiers, clean up the battlefield, move all the bodies from beneath 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 countless gold coins slipping away from him.
Heartache!