Chapter 389: Reinforcements Have Arrived!

"This..."

Commander Daric followed closely behind and froze upon seeing him in the distance.

He never expected that the eldest young master of their own family had actually been right.

"Commander Daric, the orcs have appeared; let us set out!"

"Young Master Adams, this is too dangerous. If the number of orcs is large, our five thousand men simply cannot fight them! In my humble opinion, we should first send someone to scout ahead and another to the main camp to request reinforcements!"

"Once the situation becomes clear, we can then formulate a countermeasure; that is the safest approach!"

Commander Daric's arrangement was very reasonable; it was the best solution for encountering orcs in the Northern Border.

After all, they had been conscripted to come here, not to defend their own territories.

In the former case, winning a battle would bring merit, but if they lost, they would gain no merit and would have to bear the losses themselves.

Therefore, it was better to be cautious, not seeking great merit but ensuring no major losses that would affect the family's foundation.

In the latter case, that was when one must fight for one's life, for if the territory was lost, the family would perish.

But this time was different; he, Adams, possessed accurate intelligence, so how could he be so conservative? "No, Commander Daric, scouting and sending someone back to report are acceptable, but we must also set out immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Daric's expression changed; he naturally believed Adams' actions were reckless and irresponsible toward the family.

Yet he heard Adams add, "Commander Daric, do you truly think Father only sent you along to accompany me on a training exercise?"

"In fact, the family has already received intelligence: the orcs ahead will not exceed one thousand, and the servant army numbers at most two or three thousand!"

"Therefore, for our Marquis Marquis Aosiding family, this is a rare opportunity for merit!"

"Young Master Adams, is what you say true?"

Commander Daric found it hard to believe.

However, he had actually already believed half of it.

After all, the excuse of accompanying the eldest young master for training was far too casual.

"Of course it is! Commander Daric, let us go; if we do not hurry, the merit will slip away!"

"Yes, Young Master Adams, but, Young Master, allow us to march ahead..."

Thus, the Marquis Marquis Aosiding family's five thousand-strong army immediately mobilized and rushed toward Grey Shiqiao.

Of course, to avoid startling the orcs, they advanced in the dark.

"Roar! Haha, charge up! Quickly, some Orcish warriors have already charged up; others, strive harder!"

At the Grey Shiqiao encampment, watching as an Orcish warrior finally scaled the wooden wall, Babik could not help but roar excitedly.

Once the wall was breached, these mere two or three thousand humans would no longer be a match for the Orcish warriors.

Under his urging, the Orcish warriors began to charge even more fearlessly.

"Damn it, quickly, drive them down! Listen up all of you: kill one orc, and you shall be rewarded with fifteen silver coins!"

In contrast to Babik, the nobles, seeing more and more orcs climbing the city walls, naturally panicked.

They shouted orders to urge their subordinates to fight while simultaneously raising the bounty.

However, in the face of absolute strength, any stratagem was useless.

As the orcs established their foothold, the serf soldiers began to rout.

Many serf soldiers were directly smashed off the ground by the orcs' spiked clubs, causing long sections of the wooden wall to be occupied by the orcs.

Roar, roar, roar!

More orcs stood atop the wooden wall, unable to help but let out triumphant roars.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Thud, thud, thud!

Fortunately, before he could revel in his triumph for even a moment, a dense, piercing shriek suddenly erupted from within the camp.

In the next instant, more than a dozen thick arrows shot forth from various dark corners, striking several triumphant orcs directly.

They feared not ordinary arrows, but such thick arrows were sharp instruments for harvesting their lives.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The massive inertia of the crossbow bolts sent several orcs flying backward off the wooden wall, crashing to the ground.

During their fall, the unwilling orcs let out mournful, piercing roars.

Thud, thud, thud!

Of course, these unwilling roars were urgent and brief, coming to an abrupt end amidst several dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground.

The surrounding orcs and the servant army, seeing this, froze in shock and all turned to look at Babik behind them.

Babik's face twisted.

In one single volley, he had lost fourteen of his subordinates; this weapon was truly terrifying.

"Charge in! Charge in with the utmost speed! Do not let those damned humans continue using this weapon!"

Babik knew that the longer time dragged on, the greater the casualties would be.

"Roar! Kill!"

The orcs launched another charge.

"Storm Guards, advance!"

At this moment, the Storm Legion, the trump card held in reserve, was finally deployed.

【56】 "Serf soldiers, kill as well! No one is allowed to retreat; anyone daring to retreat shall be executed on the spot, and their families shall be enslaved!"

"Serf soldiers, kill them too! No one is allowed to retreat; anyone who dares to retreat shall be executed on the spot, and their families shall be enslaved!"

For a moment, the camp was filled with the sounds of shouting and killing.

With the assistance of the Storm Guards, the orcs' desire for a quick victory naturally came to nothing.

Meanwhile, the ballista crossbows began to continuously pour down a rain of arrows, harvesting the orcs.

Even the crossbows originally stationed beneath the wooden wall had been moved to the rear of the camp, joining the sniping campaign against the orcs.

Twenty crossbows fired a single volley, taking out at least seventeen or eighteen orcs.

After more than ten minutes, that amounted to over two hundred orcs.

Adding in the earlier combat, the orcs' casualties now reached around three hundred.

This was only because the servant troops were present; otherwise, the orcs' losses would have been far greater.

Of course, by this point, the tide of battle had begun to tilt in favor of the orcs.

The orcs held the advantage in numbers; though Gervas's Storm Guards could match them one-on-one,

they numbered only two hundred odd, and without fighting to the death, they were gradually being pushed back, forced into retreat.

Crash!

A muffled crash echoed as the camp gate was ripped open from within by the orcs.

"Bad! The camp gate has been breached by the orcs!"

"Damn it! We're finished!"

Mil and the others cried out in alarm.

With the gate destroyed, the encampment now had no barrier left to stop the orcs; what awaited them next was only the prospect of being surrounded and annihilated.

"Ha ha! You two-legged sheep, I'll savor torturing you slowly—make you regret opposing the Orc Clan!"

Babik arrived at the gate, sneering at the nobles trapped in the encirclement.

"Where the hell is Adams? If he's this unreliable, next time I won't give him such a bargain!"

Gervas frowned slightly; from the start of battle until now, Adams should have arrived by now.

If he doesn't come soon, I'll have to deploy the cannons and the homemade melons.

Those are my last cards—I don't want to reveal them unless absolutely necessary.

"Gervas, if we don't die outright, make sure you finish us off—don't let us fall into the hands of those green-skinned monsters!"

"Right, Gervas, same for me—and everyone else: whoever's left alive at the end, make sure you kill the others. Absolutely no one gets left to those damn green-skinned monsters!"

Mil and the others showed grit, arranging their final affairs.

"Kill!"

But just then, Gervas's ears twitched—he seemed to hear faint shouts of battle.

The next moment, a faint smile curled at the corner of Gervas's lips.

Adams… finally arrived!