Her Majestic Battle Cry

The operation began with a forceful strike.

One team headed straight for the northern road of Stone Village, which was the way into the village.

However, before this main force set out, other smaller teams had already moved into the mountains, surrounding the area from all sides. Their numbers were few, but their formation was strategic, creating a trap that left the enemy nowhere to run.

Still, the battle wasn’t an easy one.

There were too many places to cover and the enemy was very familiar with the terrain. Fortunately, Everett had already sent people to block all the entrances to Stone Village’s secret passages. This forced the enemy into continuously fighting.

Meanwhile, Dylan managed to rescue the two laborers he had previously left in the small cave. He sent them to find others, urging them to leave the village without their weapons.

The two men were grateful, but cold and hungry. When they learned that a fight had broken out, they hurried off to warn those living on the edge of the mountains and help them escape.

But the laborers were few. The real strength of the enemy lay in the 5,000 private soldiers occupying the village, making the battle that much harder to win.

Hours passed before the second team took Stone Village, cutting off their supply lines and forcing the enemy into the mountains. If Rafael’s side could hold onto the food supplies, the enemy would be forced to forage, which would expose them.

After all, they were facing martial artists. Even the smallest movements in the wind could give them away.

As for Gilbert, he waited at the northern road’s entrance, ready to capture any laborers attempting to escape. He couldn’t afford to let them carry messages to the outside world.

It was clear to Gilbert that such a large–scale operation would surely attract attention, and it was inevitable that someone from Lunvale would report the news.

However, Gilbert didn’t think that far ahead. He just felt this battle was extremely dangerous, and he couldn’t let the enemy get any reinforcements. After all, he knew these weren’t really ordinary bandits–they were rebel soldiers.

After the intense fighting, Rafael and the others took turns resting, preparing for the next phase of the operation–mountain warfare.

Carissa and Rafael were not on the same team. Everett had insisted they be separated for this mission. As he put it, “One team doesn’t need two commanders. A single commander leading a squad is just right.”

But Rafael corrected his words, explaining that both he and Carissa were capable commanders,

which was why they should lead separate forces.

After a brief moment of silence, Everett realized he couldn’t diminish his own apprentice’s abilities and agreed with his assessment.

The battle raged on for three days and nights before the remaining scattered private soldiers were all wiped out.

Of the 5,300 men, over 2,000 were killed, and 3,000 were captured.

The weapons and armor recovered from the mountains were transported to the Lunvale government office. After a thorough inventory and inspection, any items deemed of good quality would be sent to the garrison in Ebonflow. If they weren’t up to standard, they would be destroyed.

The news of this massive operation sent shockwaves through the citizens of Lunvale. Were there really so many bandits? Or could they actually be something else?

In the capital, Salvador had just received the victory report when the court was still in the middle of a heated debate. Some argued that the Hell Monarch had been reckless, suggesting that a disorganized group of men couldn’t possibly defeat well–trained private soldiers. They even proposed sending reinforcements.

Before any resolution could be reached, the victory report arrived at the capital and was delivered directly to Salvador.

After reading the report, Salvador’s smile stretched so wide it nearly reached his ears. Clapping in delight, he exclaimed, “The Hell Monarch truly lives up to his title as Starhaven’s War God. Even a disorganized group under his command can be transformed into elite soldiers.

Though he said this, Salvador knew well that the so–called disorganized group wasn’t just a random bunch of people. Martial artists lacked unity, but once united, their destructive power became formidable.

Naturally, Salvador was still concerned. He had always looked down on martial artists, believing them to be eccentric individuals with little interest in the royal court or the

government.

But then, Rafael and Carissa had managed to unite them. Despite the huge difference in numbers, they pulled off a decisive victory. noveldrama

Salvador couldn’t deny how terrifying their unity had made them.