Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1195 - 323: The Peculiar Way of Defending the City

Chapter 1195: Chapter 323: The Peculiar Way of Defending the City

Seven days!

Another full seven days!

Mulan Commander Rommel truly was a cunning leader. In the following seven days, apart from his sappers baring their arms, sweating profusely as they built siege engines, the rest of Mulan’s warriors made no move. They simply maintained the siege, not even launching a single probing attack, clearly showing just one thing—hanging them out to dry!

The forbidden magic barrier had not disappeared at all because the powerful Mulan Imam had once again fortified the ancient city ruins with magnetic spells, maintaining the city’s continued attraction to the Bimon warriors’ weapons and armor.

Under the commander’s orders, the Mulan sappers had already arranged a series of deer villages and caltrops in front of Hu Ye Ancient City.

Any Mulan soldier with even a modicum of military knowledge already understood that the Bimon Army was finished.

They lacked arms, had no supplies, and the idea of breaking through the encirclement of sixty thousand Mulan troops, deer villages, and caltrops was utterly impossible! If they chose to remain within the city and not come out, then their fate was sealed to be tormented to death by hunger and thirst.

Rommel was not in a hurry, neither was the Flying Camel Army, but the twenty thousand Imperial Guards of the Mulan Sultan did become anxious. This group of twenty thousand Imperial Guards had been specially withdrawn from the battle assaulting the capital of Maerhan, Samara City, to reinforce Kalimantan City. As the most elite troops of Mulan, the Sultan’s personal guard hoped for a straightforward and resolute conclusion to the half-dead Bimon, but they never imagined that their precious time would be spent in such a tedious wait.

Victory seemed at hand, but after a full seven days of no movement, the enemy neither surrendered nor attacked, and Commander Rommel of the Flying Camel Army still retained a carefree expression, spending his days reading and drinking wine, which made the brave Mulan Mojie soldiers of the Sultan’s Imperial Guards seethe with frustration.

"The Flying Camel Army" was just a frontier force of a local province, yet had earned the glorious reputation of the "Mulan Tempest." Commander Romel was called "Mulan’s Number One Commander" by the common folk, and such honors had long been a source of discontent for the elite Sultan’s Imperial Guard; during this cooperative operation, the commander of the guards, Golemuhamedi, could not see anything particularly special about the esteemed General Rommel—lapping the gullible orcs into the Devil’s City range with the ploy of drawing the enemy in, then using the blood of fifty thousand camels to lure the "Gold-Crazed Ants" out of their nest. This strategy might fool outsiders, but within the vast Taklamago Desert, who could it really deceive?

Including the four days that the "Gold-Crazed Ants" held them in siege, the Bimon had been encircled for eleven days. One could tell from the sentinels patrolling the city walls, the Bimon warriors trapped in Hu Ye Ancient City were more disheveled and unsteady with each passing day.

They had no clean water or food and were without weapons and armor. Sultan’s Imperial Guard commander Golemuhamedi did not know how these beasts had endured so far! Water was the most precious commodity in the desert; even if one could drink the blood of a mount, that kind of liquid was fervently aggravating. Golemuhamedi pondered within his heart for a moment—if placed in the same situation, his own Imperial Guards could only hold out for a maximum of seven days and would surely be at death’s door, waiting to perish.

This was precisely why the Sultan’s Imperial Guard commander, Golemuhamedi, was utterly baffled—what exactly was Rommel of the Flying Camel Army planning? The opponent must surely be lying on the ground gasping for water, the Mojie only needed to wield a knife each, and they could send them all to Hell. Yet, Rommel still waited! Waiting, and waiting! When would it all end? The capital of Maerhan was yet to be taken, and if things dragged on like this, who knew to whom the credit for the conquest of Maerhan would go!

"Commander Rommel! What, exactly, about the Bimon terrifies you? We, the Imperial Guard, are thoroughly fed up with waiting. Had we known it would be like this, we would have stayed in Maerhan; by now, we might have already been snuggled up with the big-bottomed women of Maerhan, asleep!" Inside the command tent, the commander of the Sultan’s Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, voiced his complaint while swigging down Camel Milk Wine, "If it continues this way, so what if we win the battle? From beginning to end, we, the Mojie of Mulan, didn’t even get a chance to stain our curved blades with blood!"

Upon his words, the tent brimmed with echoes of agreement. The valiant officers of the guard had already learned of the tragic defeats of Tallbruh and Ali Dai Yi, and of Pterosaur Knight Madavikia’s death in battle. These three Mojie were renowned warriors throughout all Mulan, each bestowed golden knives by the Sultan himself, and their deaths ignited a shared animosity among all the Mojie Mojie warriors—naturally, this sentiment had another layer of meaning behind it: if one could slay the enemies who had defeated the three top Mojie warriors of Mulan with their own treasured blades, wouldn’t that be further proof of their supreme bravery? Garnering more of the adoring gazes of naive maidens?

"Commander Golemuhamedi, the combat prowess of Bimon warriors indeed isn’t something for us Mojie of Mulan to compete with! So right now, surrounding them and allowing them to slowly die of thirst is the best choice!" Commander Rommel shook his head, "Even if we attack, it’s best to wait another five days, until they completely lose the ability to fight!"

"By the Great Moni! You have already besieged them for a full eleven days! Those Bimon, even if made of iron, shouldn’t be able to withstand it by now!" Commanding officer Golemuhamedi glanced around with a sneer, "Commander Rommel, even if your invincible Flying Camel Army were without supplies for eleven days, I reckon they would be near their end too, right? We, the Imperial Guard, are here in Kalimantan at the command of His Majesty the Sultan, not to collect the corpses of these Bimon but to kill the enemy!"