60: Bai Lingyue's illusion controls the whole scene

Yamamoto felt a little guilty under John’s gaze, and the cold sweat on his forehead became even more profuse.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain a few words, but found that in the face of absolute strength, any explanation was so pale and powerless.

This Dragon Country Lord was completely different from what the intelligence described!

John snorted coldly, his dissatisfaction almost overflowing.

He glanced at the territory in the distance, and then looked at his own troops, who had already suffered considerable losses.

The arrow was on the string, and it had to be fired.

Yamamoto’s intelligence, this idiot, was indeed a trap, but now so much had already been paid.

If he were to retreat in such a dejected manner, he would not only be unable to explain it to his subordinates, but he would also be unable to swallow this insult.

How could he, the great Eagle Country, suffer a setback in front of an unknown Dragon Country brat?

If word got out, where would he put his face?

“Useless!” John cursed in a low voice, not knowing if he was cursing Yamamoto or himself for being careless.

He forcefully suppressed his surging anger and roared, “All units, raise your shields and defend!”

Those Soldiers, who were originally somewhat flustered, subconsciously raised the wooden shields in their hands upon hearing their Lord’s command.

“Archers, switch to fire arrows! Suppress the enemy’s city walls for me!”

The Archers behind him took out special arrows from their quivers, with oil-soaked cloth strips tied to the arrowheads.

The Soldiers nearby took out flints and began to light the arrows.

“Let those damned cannon fodder charge forward again!”

John’s gaze turned to those trembling commoners, and a cruel light flashed in his eyes.

The lives of those cannon fodder were no different from ants in his eyes.

“Charge for me! Use their lives to exhaust the enemy’s arrows!”

Under John’s command, his Soldiers wielded whips, driving those ragged cannon fodder, forcing them to continue their suicidal charge towards Mo Yan’s territory.

Mo Yan stood on the wooden wall, coldly watching the changes occurring in the enemy formation.

“Fire arrows, huh…” He muttered to himself, “There are quite a few tricks.”

Using the lives of commoners to deplete arrows, and then using fire arrows to burn the wooden wall.

This tactic was simple, crude, and maliciously effective.

Bai Lingyue’s voice carried a chilling killing intent: “Archers, no need to conserve arrows. Shoot to kill with full force.”

“Spearmen, prepare to meet the enemy. Do not let anyone approach the wooden wall!”

“Kill!” The Spearmen roared in unison, gripping the long spears in their hands, their eyes burning with Battle Intent.

“Roar!” Those numb cannon fodder, forced by the Soldiers behind them, let out roars and quickened their pace, rushing towards the territory gate.

They were like a group of Puppets without Souls, their only goal being to break through the obstacle in front of them.

Mo Yan looked at the charging cannon fodder, and then at the Spearmen standing ready behind him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Although they were cannon fodder, their numbers were large, and their Impact (impact force) should not be underestimated.

If they were allowed to reach the wooden wall, it would inevitably deplete the Spearmen’s stamina and morale.

He looked at Bai Lingyue.

Bai Lingyue seemed to sense his gaze, and a cold arc formed on her red lips.

She slowly raised her right hand, her slender, fair fingers lightly tracing in the air.

Buzz—

An invisible wave instantly spread out.

The group of cannon fodder charging at the very front suddenly stopped in their tracks!

Their eyes were instantly filled with fear, as if they had seen something terrifying.

“Ah—!”

“Ghosts, so many evil ghosts!”

“Don’t come over… don’t eat me.”

The cannon fodder suddenly went crazy, starting to kill each other!

They wielded the crude weapons in their hands, wildly hacking at their companions beside them.

Some threw away their helmets and armor, crying and turning around, charging instead towards the enemy troops behind them who were driving them.

But they were mercilessly cut down by the Soldiers behind them.

The scene instantly became chaotic!

The cannon fodder team, which was originally rushing straight towards the territory, became a chaotic mess on their own, more than a hundred meters away from the territory!

Illusion!

Mo Yan’s eyes lit up.

Bai Lingyue, at the critical moment, used her illusion ability!

And this time, she controlled it precisely, only targeting the cannon fodder, and not affecting her own teammates.

This move not only instantly disintegrated the cannon fodder’s charge, but also struck at the enemy’s morale, causing the enemy forces in the rear to fall into disarray!

The enemy Soldiers behind, seeing the tragic scene in front, were stunned, and their advancing footsteps subconsciously paused, their faces full of surprise and uncertainty.

“Well done!” Mo Yan praised sincerely.

Bai Lingyue, looking down from above, winked at Mo Yan, revealing a mischievous smile, as if saying: This is just the beginning.

On the enemy command platform.

Yamamoto and John, as well as several other Lords, all stared dumbfounded at the front.

Those cannon fodder, whom they regarded as expendable, were now like seeing ghosts, fighting among themselves more than a hundred meters away from the enemy territory!

Roars, screams, and the clash of weapons were all mixed together in a chaotic mess.

“Nani?! This… what is going on?”

Yamamoto pointed to the front, his voice distorted, his face filled with disbelief.

He completely failed to understand the bizarre scene unfolding before him.

“It’s Demonic Technique! Those Dragon Country people used Demonic Technique!” a pale-faced Lord beside John cried out with a trembling voice.

John’s face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Beside him, a burly middle-aged man spoke with a solemn expression:

“Sir, something is wrong.”

This strong man was John’s only hero unit, named Barton.

“The Lord on the other side has a hero unit. And, his strength is not weak, using a Cultivation System power that we don’t understand, it should be an illusion-type ability,” Barton analyzed in a deep voice.

“What?!” John’s pupils suddenly contracted upon hearing this, and he abruptly turned to look at Barton, “A hero unit?! That Dragon Country brat actually has a hero unit?!”

He simply couldn’t believe his ears.

The intelligence didn’t mention it at all!

John was furious, turning to Yamamoto, who was already scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and grabbed him by the collar:

“Yamamoto, the enemy has a damn hero unit, why didn’t you tell me?!”

Yamamoto was shaken dizzy by him, feeling as if his neck was about to break, his face as pale as paper, stammering his defense:

“I… I don’t know, Lord John, my scouts… they really didn’t find anything…”

“Didn’t find anything?!” John roared, and with a backhand, he slapped Yamamoto even harder on the other side of his face, directly knocking him to the ground.

Yamamoto screamed, spitting out a few blood-stained teeth, and lay on the snowy ground in disarray, scrambling to get away.

“Are your scouts blind? How could they miss such important intelligence? What good are you to me?!”

“Because of your stupidity, we have lost so many men. Now tell me, how do we fight this battle?!”

John pointed at the chaotic battlefield in front, and the continuous casualties on their side, his anger uncontrollable.

The other small Lords also glared at Yamamoto, who was like a stray dog on the ground, each of them wishing they could rush up and kick him a few more times, wanting to devour him alive.

This time, they were truly screwed by this Japanese guy!